"I pray you both are right. After all, my brother had..." Rhea's voice trailed off, a hand absentmindedly finding itself over her heart. A hand that slowly turned into a closed fist at the mention of her former friend.

"All relationships either grow one of two ways, young ones. They either become closer together, or grow apart. The latter is the case for myself and my childhood friend. I was raised to be the high priestess, and she denied any truths that she could not see with her own eyes. We disagreed over this, and in time, she denied any possibility that she could not explain with research and experimentation. Were it not proven that touch negated the effects of the miasma, we all would have perished by now."

Something that she was still sore, though her eyes betrayed something more - something she did not feel safe in admitting at this point.