[By now, the surge of adrenaline has worn off, and Yenh's head is starting to ache and, she suspects, bruise. The phrase "fuckballad" throws her off that all she can do briefly is blink and stare at the Mistress.]
[She closes her eyes, re-gathers her wits, and reopens them again.]
no subject
[She closes her eyes, re-gathers her wits, and reopens them again.]
The restoration of my Goddess' blessing.