"Like a lion, they have pierced my hands and feet..." Sheeana barely restrained herself from making a provocative jape at her about being 'pierced' by the Corrino lion. "The stories follow an archetypal progression even your father had to cleave to. But the Psalms...yes, I suppose they're my favorite part too. That song of lament is one of the most...human parts of the text."

She hung back against the wall, keeping the awkwardness in check by leaning against the cool, viney brick. In a way it reminded her of Chapterhouse.

She knew that, although they were far more amicable than herself and Alia, more in agreement on most levels, Ghanima did not like her on a personal level.