Morin is your septa, for better or for worse, although your parents, obviously, imply the former. Still, whatever it is, Morin has been assigned to you, to teach you the ways of the Seven-Faced God, of virtue, how to keep it, how to avoid sin, and every other rule written into that book with a star on it.

Not that you are much interested in anything.

But of course a septa will see everything as just a trial sent by the Gods, including your stubbornness, to test her resolve, to make her overcame the hardships of teaching the right way, become a better septa or something else, or all three combined and more.

You cannot get rid of Morin. Might as well try to listen to her or... pretend and see how long can you go with the septa thinking you are 'letting the Gods shine upon your heart'.

Either way, you are stuck.

Per routine, the septa comes to your chambers in the morrow, to continue your lessons, to talk of the Gods, pray, Morin is at least generous enough to knock, for that one might be a tiniest bit thankful.

"Good morrow, child."

Always with that sweet small smile and kind gentle voice, and those doe eyes. Septa, as usual holding her slender hands together in front of her, stepped inside your quarters, step light as feather.

"How have you slept?"