Arialla sighed. She was beginning to grow weary of Osozo's heavy, emotional questions. Not weary enough to overcome her custom of courtesy and tell Osozo to shove it -- yet -- but she didn't exactly want to give a detailed answer.
"I don't know, Osozo. It varies from person to person -- both the person mourning and the person helping. Sometimes there's nothing you can do." There's nothing you can do for me. Arialla forced a wan smile, trying to tell herself that at least Osozo had good intentions. In time, they'd learn a bit more emotional finesse, Arialla hoped. She just didn't want to be the one to do all the teaching. Even if, as a priestess, she had a little more experience helping people through hard times than most -- but she had served in the temple of Apollo, not Hermes or Hades, where true mourners went.
please don't take my sunshine away
