Isabella, sensing a slight shift in Ingrid's demeanor, extended a gentle offer, "Princess Ingrid, would you care to join me for some tea? It might help soothe your thoughts."
Ingrid, still feeling a bit disoriented, managed a small smile and nodded in agreement. "Thank you, priestess," she said.
Together, they strolled towards the outdoor tea table, bathed in the warm glow of the temple courtyard.
As they walked, the voice returned, a soft whisper lingering in Ingrid's ears. "Please speak to me," it urged.
Ingrid furrowed her brows, her senses heightened. It felt like an ethereal presence, a whisper from all directions. She had encountered murmurs in her mind before, yet they were consistently unsettling and carried negative emotions. However, at this moment, the experience was unbelievably calming.
Isabella noticed the subtle change in Ingrid's expression. "Is something the matter, Princess?" she inquired with genuine concern.
