Zalla peeked out the door before walking out. She noticed the impassive mask on Chrysth's face.
I'm in so much trouble! she thought. She didn't fear the other blesser as much as she feared Chrysth, and with good reason. She had a rebellious streak in herself, and Chrysth hated it. He was no fun.
She timidly walked out of the room. With a bright red face, she looked up at the dour blesser.
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