"Of course, come in," she nodded, standing aside and wiping under her eye, composing herself.  She closed the door and returned to the wine, pouring herself a new glass and another for Alice, offering it.  "Oh, you sent the wine and that lovely note," she smiled now, a bit more relaxed.  "I am Oparal, and I think I have the opposite problem," she half-chuckled sadly before catching herself and holding it back.  She was trying to hold strong, but it was obvious she was overwhelmed, and as Alice took her hand, the priestess unloaded.  "Oh dear, well, I've just completed my seminary training and period of service work, making my oaths and becoming a junior priestess.  I've been excited to serve our Mistress and the people, but the public speaking has made me so nervous.  A senior priestess took me under her wing, to be my mentor, but she's--" she caught herself again, "the<em>service</em>has been difficult.  As a senior cleric I'm sure I don't know all that demands Mistress Sylia's attentions, so I'm happy to assist in her mundane, temporal needs: cooking, cleaning, washing, and the like.  But she's quite... demanding.  And exact in her requirements.  Even her undergarments must be pressed and folded just so.  I have been trying to keep up with her needs and my own duties, but I've been stretched so thin. I don't know how I'll get to it all..." she inhales deeply through her nose and blows slowly through pursed lips, a meditation she's apparently practiced often now.<br/><br/>"Sorry again, I don't mean to gush, I haven't had time to eat all day even, and here I am on," she glances at her now-emptied glass, "my<em>second</em>glass of what tastes like very fine wine."