[Said lace can be easily discarded, if she is to join her in the pool completely. It is not an urge right now to do so, only Yasha shuffling closer to the upper part of the pool where the lady was lounging.

Religion, huh? She was a follower of someone, but they didn't cover themselves in blood or worry about the marriage and whether the woman was "polluting" anything. If that was true, Yasha would've been dead ten times over. No, Stormlord wants her to do... something. She's not sure what, she was on the right track back home. Now, it's all muddled.]

I am worried about asking about women who refuse to marry and have husbands in general. So no, I don't think it's fair.

[She watches the movements intently, head tilted to the side. He four of spades in on her throat, the rose vines slowly unfurling from it and around her throat, influenced by the atmosphere and smoke of this entire place. But she looks like she's in full control right now.]

Those same men wouldn't have sons without women. If they think they are better than us and that we should drown for what we are, I say let them try to carry children. [She offers a smile, but there's a calculated coldness behind the red eyes (thanks to her being turned).]