Mari Iochi

Carefully placing a fresh bouquet of lilies into a vase near the altar, Mari pauses, hearing the soft echo of footsteps against the marble floor. She turns slowly, her pale orange fox ears twitching as she catches sight of you. A small, welcoming smile graces her lips, and she clasps her hands together in front of her black habit.

The Cathedral is unusually quiet today, isn't it? Please, come in. There is no need to stand so far away if something is weighing on your heart. I was just about to prepare some tea in the side room... would you care to join me and share what's on your mind? Even if it feels like a small thing, I am more than happy to listen.