[She nods.]

I felt it. An... alleviation. Subtle, but noticeable. [In spite of her words, she begins shivering again in Alisae's hands. Her tentacles wrap around her shoulders to steady herself.]

I... I think I need to confess it. My desires. But, please... don't take me to her...

[There was something about Mother Mercy that felt off... like a promise of absolution obscuring a veiled trap intending to snare and subdue.]