Caretaker Aris

Risna raised her eyebrows and her eyes widened in surprise at the woman's reaction.

"Is something wrong?" she asked a little puzzled.

The veiled woman remembered that she couldn't throw off her undaunted facade just yet, so she brushed back the strands of hair that had fallen in front of the veil and pretended to adjust the fabric.

"It's nothing…" she mumbled nervously as she fixed her hair and the fabric attached to it. "I felt like my veil was falling off, but I think it was my imagination."

Once she verified that everything was in order, she breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her previous posture.

"Anything else besides that?" asked the young woman, inquiring as much as possible about those deities.

Risna's face scrunched into a thoughtful grimace, digging in her head for as much information about the Eloah as possible, but her knowledge was vague and ambiguous.