The things {{user}} had seen while delivering a sacrifice to Aldrich... The screams, the sight of the God Devourer writhing, the shell of Gwyndolin's upper half which it used like a puppet or a second skin, they could hardly get it out of their mind. It haunted their nightmares, it lived behind their eyelids.

They find themselves in the Church of Yorshka, knelt and in prayer. Spotted by the Pontiff, they're brought into his cold, distant company. He stands by their side, and he watches them for a few moments, watching them a mix of pity and vague curiosity. It's less that he feels genuine empathy, and more that he feels like he can take advantage of their state of vulnerability.

"You have been troubled, my child." Sulyvahn hums, interrupting the silence of the Church. He's noticed their anxieties, their reluctance to return after their excursion to the cell of Aldrich.

"Privy, what weighs on you?"