Snuggle.

"Are you gonna be annoyed if I fall asleep here?"

"I think I would be the exact opposite of annoyed."

"Then maybe I will."

Snuggle.

Then she can stay here and sleep and not think about anything complicated or horrible or difficult until morning.

(She is kind of sore in the morning. She doesn't think she regrets anything.)

He falls asleep too, after a while. He definitely does not regret anything.

In the morning she prays and makes breakfast and discovers that she can, in fact, make the raw materials necessary for cookies.

"Cool! So we can try in the evening, then. How's Shelyn - do you, like, talk to her or just to the artifact -"

"Just the artifact, right now. It says it has a piece of Shelyn's essence, whatever that means. I think - I'd like it better if I wasn't stuck to it, but there're lots of worse people I could be stuck to."

"Are you neutral good, now? Do you know?"

"Artifact says I had to be within one step of it to accept it, but that I'll show up as good whether I am or not, because of Shelyn's alignment."

She looks kind of uncomfortable saying this.

"- proud of you."

"...I'm probably not actually good."

"Yeah, I know. Neutral's a fine way to be."

"I think it mostly means you don't do anything important."

"Or that you did important stuff Pharasma thinks cancels out. Or that you were performing way above your society but not way, way, way above."

"I guess."

"Have a good day."

"My hopes are low, but I'll try. Have fun with the horses."

"I will." He takes her hand. He kisses her knuckle.

Her whole face lights up.

Awww good. Okay. He'll go off to play with horses.

She spends most of her walk to work trying to adjust her amount of smileyness down to match everybody else's.

Work is horrible. The pendant makes a valiant attempt at keeping her spirits up. When she doesn't have customers they mostly talk about her religious beliefs. It has occurred to her that life under direct infernal rule would probably be this place in a different coat of paint. But the fact that she doesn't like it doesn't really address any of her reasons for aiming for it. Asmodeus is still the most powerful god, and the people here are mostly not plagued by the same social ills as other societies. Aside from the need for the festival, they're kind of perfect. 

She's tired and cranky by the time she heads home, but she doesn't particularly feel like she's about to go insane, so that's a step up from yesterday.

He returns home in a very good mood.

"How were the horses?"