There are many ways and reasons to meditate. In this case, Moriko o ask herself some questions. She had made a decision, and it seemed the right one, and still did, yet somethi off. Was she someh in the ge she’d made to her life? Or was it something else?

  Following the Lady of Passions was more plicated than many people thought. It wasn’t just doing what you felt passionate about in the moment, it was knowing what your true passions were and following them, which required knowing yourself and being truthful about it, even if only to yourself. And Moriko had long ago figured herself out. But her life had ged, how much had it caused her to ge?

  So she took the time to prepare herself carefully. Her bathing was slow and deliberate, the soap she’d asked Kazue to make for her in and funal, and the only reasoer was hot was to help make sure her muscles were warm and rexed.

  When she was done, she put on a simple white robe, then prepared a stick of slow-burning inse, one she had a long association with for deep meditations. She lit the inse, then opehe new door in her bedroom, which led the to the core, the true body of Mordecai and Kazue.

  There she took a moment to examihe small orb. It was rger than when she’d st seen it, but she could still fortably hold it in her hands. Mordecai’s old core had taken up her p when she’d meditated with it. If this was what held their memories, and half of this one beloo Kazue, it was easy to see why he’d had to, at least temporarily, lose so much of his memories in order to fit into his new home. Evehat new home had been her head.

  Moriko set down her inse, then very carefully and tenderly picked up the core in both hands before settling down on the soft mat that Kazue had insisted on providing. Moriko had been intending to simply sit on the bare floor, but her wife had been insistent. Mordecai had simply stayed out of that versation.

  This gold and purple sphere represented why she was here, all the decisions and es that had led her to this point. The focus of her siderations this evening.

  But there was a little thought intruding on her mind, an idea based on something Mordecai had said previously. They could feel her toug their core, right? Moriko shifted how she was holding the core, freeing her right hand for a moment. Then she ever so lightly skittered her nails across the smooth, almost gssy surface.

  The paired mental protests made her ugh, and she sent back her apologies before bringing the core up to lightly kiss its surface. Oh, that felt so much better now. Perhaps she’d been too solemn about this. Yes, she had some soul-searg to do, but she also had a home and two wonderful spouses who would love and support her whatever she decided. There was o be gloomy.

  The moled her cupped hands into her p and stared down at the soft glow of the gold and purple sphere. She breathed in, and out. The soft flow of her breath, the slow beat of her heart, the steady streams of the chi flowing through and around her. She fouillness amidst the movement of the world.

  Now Moriko teased apart the threads of her passions. Two were easy, old panions well known to her. The first was that she loved to fight, to test her body, skill, and will against others, to strive to bee ever stronger. She was petitive to a fault when it came to fighting. The idea of fighting against Mordecai again now that he was stronger quied that part of her soul.

  The was that she loved sex. There were simirities betweewo, and she loved to explore the possibilities, to get to know new bodies with all their wonderful differences. She didn’t want just that quid easy heat, she wanted everything a person could give her in all their varieties. This was the passion she had banked, had partially set aside in favor of another passion.

  To explore the possibilities of dedicated romance. She examihat decision, that nearly whimsical moment that tipped her choice. The ret discovery of Mordecai’s priorities when it came t his options to ge shape reinforced that part of her decision. He had the right sort of ego, strong of will without needing to prove anything. He’d never hold her back from being herself. Kazue had bee, a little bit in need without being needy, and simply enjoyable at first, but she’d been growing in fidend strength evehe pair of them together harmonized with her, making her feel just as alive as her other passions did. And Moriko wao see what they became and to be part of it.

  In a way, that’s what her decision had been. Even if she had choseher way, Moriko would never have beeirely not part of them, they’d have always weled her, but her instinct had been that to be entirely part of whatever was to e, she o it. To sacrifie passion for another was not the preferred path, but was sometimes iable. To demand o everything without cost would be simply greedy.

  But that tied into her feelings of guilt this m. Guilt always meant you o look at yourself, but the question was if that guilt was from you having strayed from your path, or if the sense of guilt was imposed? And if imposed, what did that mean regarding that retionship?

  She found herself separating the guilt into three aspects. The guilt for having effectively broadcast her wandering thoughts to her spouses was well deserved. That was rude, hurtful, and the sort of thing that could even bee cruel. Whatever else she decided, that absolutely had to never happen again. Even if the hurt or harm was very slight, willfully hurting those you cared about was nht.

  However, the guilt for notig the attractive qualities in all three men she o discard. That would be trying to fight against herself, possibly harmful, and would probably take her off the path of passions. She would always notice, and that part was fine.

  Iween she found herself pting the brief time she’d spent ‘speg’ on those three guests. This one was harder to figure out. She wasn’t harming those she cared about, and it was true to how she had enjoyed much of her life, but in the end, she decided that indulging that sort of thinking would make it harder to be as fully ied as she wao be in her retionship. So a soft aowledgment of something she o work on, an improvement to make upon her path, but not the guilt of having done something wrong and harmful to people she cared about.

  With that worked out, Moriko felt a lot better. Her path choices fit with what she truly wanted, and she had only strayed briefly from the path she’d chosen to follow. She hadn’t chosen wrong.

  There was still something missing though. And she couldn’t quite figure out what. Fortunately for the monk, there were wiser heads thahat she could ask, now that she’d figured out this mu her own. Even if she still was teically on ‘vacation’.

  There was no more analyzing to do or decisions to make, so Moriko let herself slip into sileion, worries, and thoughts beyond the sensation of being in the moment fading away, surrounded by the soft flow of the dungeon’s mana, her breath, and chi ing to match a subtle fluctuation in that flow.

  All through the evening, and into the early m.

  Until dawn broke.

  And the dungeo, while she was holding the core and in tuh the flow of its mana.

  The buildiion was too fast for her to have many decisions ae knowing it was actually tough, just flinging the core away was just not a real choice. So she curled protectively around it, holding the crystal sphere tightly to her chest as the energy suddenly pulsed.

  If she could have, Moriko would have screamed. But every muscle in her body was locked up as that agoniziiohrough her, like every siiny piece of herself was being pulled off and put ba, o a time but all inside of a sed.

  They were there instantly of course, holding her close as they tried to figure out what was wrong. Mordecai soon reached for the most obvious potential problem, the core she was clutg so tightly. “S-s-s-” Moriko gave up on using her mouth. “Stop!” He did, and Moriko forced herself to slowly begihing again as her thoughts cleared. “Give me a moment.”

  Her muscles didn’t want to unlock, every ounce of her flesh was vihat more pain was ing. But this was her body, and mastering it was one of the fuals of her training. She worked her way down from her head, loosening each muscle group as she took iory of the state of her body. Despite what she’d felt, she could find nothing wrong, no damage anywhere, just the lingering effects of the memory of that pain. When she could move freely, Moriko held out the core for Mordecai to take. “Here. I’ll describe what happened in a moment, but it was over already by the time you got here. You’d have had to break my fio loosen my grip, and it wouldn’t have helped.”

  He looked guilty as he carefully took their orb from her hands. “Sorry, you were in such a state that I panicked, I didn’t think about that.” He pced the ently ba the pedestal, then sat down at her side and took her hand. Kazue was already curled up against her other side with that haightly between her own.

  “Moriko, what happened?” Kazue practically whispered, her green eyes bright and shimmering with uears. Moriko gathered her thoughts and then described the state she’d been in, and what she’d felt immediately before that pain had hit. Mordecai frowhoughtfully, then gnced upwards.

  “It’s dawn. You were holding our core during the reset. Normally, there’s no reason that would be a problem for any tractor or inhabitant. But I think I figured out what happehis time.” He sighed and shook his head. “At least it won’t happen again unless you are meditating with the core when dawn hits.” Moriko felt a bit of relief at that, though mild disappoihat she’d have to be more careful with her time iure.

  Hmm. Yes, despite that awful moment at the end, she’d enjoyed being in tuh them like that, and wao do it again. But only without that unhappy finish.

  “So, I think it’s our soul link that is part of the problem. bihat with you not only being in tact with our core, and you being in harmony with our mana, and I don’t think the automated processes could distinguish your state from you having been killed in the dungeon and your soul resting in our core waiting to be respawned. It tried to rebuild your body and resurrect you while you were still alive.” Mordecai looked a bit frustrated. “And that’s automatic. I know there are ways to accelerate aspects of it, any dungeon of suffit depth and power do that eventually, but fiuning it to that state from a soul being held safe? That would be harder. So much harder that I don’t even know where to start yet. I add some sort of pre-dawn warning to the chamber though. Um, if you want to meditate here again.”

  Moriko looked at her husband closely, theo Kazue. Both of them looked a touch abashed? “I take it you wao do it again?”

  Kazue flicked an ear. “Yeah, um, the first part of your meditation didn’t feel much different, but when you slipped into that deeper state, well, we could feel that. And it was nice. Like, really hough maybe not when we have pany again. It’s kind of a bit distrag.”

  Moriko couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow, then looked to Mordecai again, whed. “It’s a new oo me, but yes. Pleasantly distrag is a good phrase for it.”

  Huh. That was certainly iing. She’d have to iigate that further, but nht now. “Well, if it’s dawn, then we’ll want to have breakfast with uests in a couple of hours. And I’m kind of a mess now. So why don’t we catch up while I bathe again? I think I o take a trip back to the capital, so I want to get started shortly after everyone leaves.” Her body was feeling good now, a warm bath and some food should help any lingering ache.

  Zagaroth