Private An Awkward Prayer

Contradictory to the god's domain of of the often sharp or hard material of glass, Erione felt soft just like any other person. Perhaps even moreso because he wasn't very muscular at all either. He gave her a few soft pats on the back as they hugged and then smiled at her again as they separated once more.

"You are always welcome here. With or without any masks you feel you need to put on, Levina. I won't ever judge you for that. But I do know you are more than worth the title of 'enough'," he laughed and the chimes outside the door seemed to almost join in with his laughter for a moment.

"Just let me... I think I have a mirror around here so you can clean up a bit if you need to. We can't have anyone thinking less of you for having feelings and emotions." He winked and led her over to a small but perfectly functional mirror on a nearby wall. He didn't comment on the makeup directly but there was a small shelf with an array of eyeliners, powders and brushes and the like. And of course more tissues. Nothing super fancy but enough that presumably most people who visited could leave without the telltale signs of having expressed their tears.

It was the same reason Erione liked to keep snacks and water around in a couple small stashes when people left them for him. The more comfortable his shrines are for his worshippers, the more they will want to worship him. And even if it just helped friends it still made him happy.

Eri waited patiently nearby, not wanting to intrude or get in the way as she prepared herself to leave.

"I understand, it's hard not to feel like you're weighing on someone when you talk about all that. But that just means you were carrying that weight around before all by yourself. I may not be physically strong but my heart is and my available affection and attention for people who need it is limitless as far as I know. You're no burden Levina, just a friend who needed a colorful mirror to tell her who's the most worthwhile of them all."