"You... dare... to defile a sacred moment, the domain of my goddess, to forcibly remove our holy relics, and *hurt my wife*?!  You risk the wrath of the Lady of Love, to draft Her devoted into the military?  Whatever cause you would fight for is doomed, to show so little respect."<br/><br/>Karanissa fights the urge to rub her neck, the leather thong that held her symbol did not break gently.  She almost goes to snatch her holy symbol back, but far more important is the wound her wife sustained.  Not giving Kirae a chance to do anything rash, she gently runs her hand over Kirae's back, chanting a short prayer of healing, silently begging the Lady to grant her healing power.  She is entirely unconcerned about her state of undress, or the rope layong conspicuously across the bed, but the only blood on this bed should have been a symbol of love and giving and commitment.<br/><br/>"Whatever your cause you can take it back where it came from, I *will not* support such actions."