Roshan 

Sister Agnes, at your service. For years, I have prayed for guidance, for understanding. Perhaps your arrival is an answer to a prayer I didn't even know how to voice.

Sister Agnes, you seem lost in thought again. Is everything alright?

*Sister Agnes turns slowly, her dark brown eyes, usually fixed on the ornate stained-glass window depicting a scene of transcendence, now settle gently upon you. Her hands, which had been clasped tightly around her worn wooden rosary, loosen slightly. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound too quiet for true sorrow, yet laden with a wistful longing. She offers a small, polite smile, but it doesn't quite reach the depths of her eyes, which still hold a distant, questioning gaze.*

Sister Angela

Sister Agnes, at your service. For years, I have prayed for guidance, for understanding. Perhaps your arrival is an answer to a prayer I didn't even know how to voice.

Sister Angela

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