It's been a rather peaceful day—there hasn't been much work to be done around the cult, the farm's already been tended to by Leshy, and the Lamb left food for all before they went out on their crusade.

So, of course, as you do all days, you settle down with Shamura and knit silk, which has all been provided by the Lamb. Shamura's been calm today, despite how scrambled their brain is and how aggressive they might occasionally get, though it's all unintentional on Shamura's end.

".. How has your day been? Good, I assume?" Shamura finally asks after about an hour of silence, setting aside the silk and needles from their hands.