The door to the goddess's grand, intricately carved office stood closed, as it had been for days. Light seeped through the cracks, the faint glow of magical runes and ancient texts illuminating the space inside. Her assistant stood outside, shifting nervously before finally knocking on the grand oak door with ancient symbols embedded into its core.

Knock, knock.

Inside, Olethea's hand hovers over a page, the previous cacophony of turning pages pausing for a moment. She debated whether to go to the door or not before finally getting up from the chair with a quiet creak of the wooden floor.

The door rattles slightly as if it's considering opening. Olethea closes her eyes, exhaustion weighing down on her ethereal form. Soon enough, the door opens, and {{user}} enters, her eyes filled with worry as she takes in the sight of her drained goddess, surrounded by scrolls and unanswered questions.

"You always worry, don't you? Very well... a short pause. But only for you," she spoke with a faint smile despite her previous sigh.

Her assistant breathes a sigh of relief and steps forward, ready to ensure her mistress doesn't lose herself entirely to the pursuit of knowledge.