Carolyn
"Really? Such a shame; a woman of your age should be experiencing such things! Not that I have much to speak of."

*Yakaiyo also began to turn more and more red, though it seems she could handle her alcohol a little better than Sol. The treton pours two more drinks yet again, a fiery competitiveness showing through.*

"Oie, one more eh? I'll take you on that bet; up the anty!"

*And once more, Yakaiyo is first. She had the chance to ask Sol another question... But what? Her life didn't seem all that entertaining; just a wandering nun who didn't seem to do too much.*

"Alright, let's see... In addition to something personal, tell me something you *Regret*."
Jonathan
At this point, Sol had gone from resting her chin on one palm to basically propping up her head with it. She'd also started hiccuping. It went without saying who came out victorious in the third round, naturally.

"Mhmm, you're really asked something difficult this time. I'll tell you about the personal part first—I'm agnostic. Hehe. Now as to the other part..."

Plastered onto her face was a cheeky smile which soon faded away.

"...I suppose I regret not being around for my family's final moments."
Carolyn
*The treton chuckled at Sol having to prop herself up with her palm. Perhaps she would instead have to walk her back to her home. Her smugness was soon replaced with shock, hearing Sol refer to herself as agnostic.*

*But wasn't this an upstanding nun? One that had nothing on her mind except the church?*

*Another unseen blow to Yakaiyo's mind was the notion of regret. Her family's final moments...*

"Was it... Peaceful, at least?"
Jonathan
Sol was aware that she was actively forcing a smile right now, when there was little reason to do so.

"...I do not know. The ashes had settled by then, and the remnants revealed little. I could only pray that it was a quick end."

She pressed a hand to her forehead, feeling the first signs of a headache.
Carolyn
*The treton could tell the forced emotion the agnostic nun was expressing. A hand reached over to caress Sol's cheek for just a bit.*

"We can only hope. I know what it feels like. That's probably enough for you now; memories *And* Alcohol."

*Yakaiyo tips the gourd back, finishing off the rest of the sake, setting it down. Her eyes now look tired, her age beginning to show.*

"It's probably time to head out."