Fanna and Valentin were both stunned by the sudden turn of events; the "judgment" of Pope Helena seemed less like a solemn religious ruling and more like a deliberate lead-up to a predetermined outcome—the conversation was just a formality.
Such a hasty "judgment" was, of course, hard for Fanna, the Judge, to accept, and Valentin by her side found it just as difficult. They exclaimed in unison, "Your Holiness..."
"That's enough, that's enough, there's nothing wrong with it, life always has its changes and fluctuations, just as the Storm is always the most elusive existence," Helena waved her hand, interrupting Fanna and Valentin, "And don't easily fall into despair, Saint Fanna—shedding the duties of a Judge isn't necessarily a punishment; you're just temporarily unsuited for the job, perhaps... the Storm has other favours in store for you?"
