[ Elda... smiles. In spite of everything else, how exhausted and haunted she is and how much she's allowing Hanyuu to ask for for them to talk about of what came up at the trial, she's instead just laughing at that fall, stepping gracefully, if wetly, out of her own basin and shaking off her (shoeless) feet. Her pants need to washed, but standing over her, a hand on her hip with one hand and the other held out of her ]

You're the goddess of this motley crew, right? Gods don't have equals, but a friend's just that - so unless you're into that praying thing, I'm not going to bother.