fuck you, she has a starving follower to save, she doesn't have time for this nope, no defiance, defiance bad

"You see me here in chains, reduced to nothing. But it has not always been thus."

All her will is focused on the extremely difficult task of not radiating impatience like a bonfire radiates heat.

"I was bound to this place by the wretched Bishops of the Old Faith. They betrayed me and left me to rot."

There definitely does seem to have been some weird divine family drama, yes.

"Each of the four chains that bind me are guarded by one of the Bishops. Destroy the Bishop and you break the chain. Break all four and I will be freed."

We are ABSOLUTELY NOT considering the question of whether that is a desirable outcome. She's definitely on board with killing the bishops, anyway.

"I gave you life anew, vessel, and now you must repay the debt. You know what must be done."

Oh, she is SO very willing to kill those Bishops.

"To defeat the Bishops you will need to be come stronger. Sacrifice a follower to absorb more power; this will aid you in your quest to free me."

And with that, a new power unfolds in her crown.

Sacrificing followers! Delicious!

—hang on, she'd maybe rather not feel that way—

The lines between Lamb and crown feel very blurred at the moment. She is deeply, viscerally hungry for this new ritual, for the power that a Sacrifice can bring.

Unsettled, she returns home to her temple. First order of business: find Valefar and personally feed them berries until they feel better.

Valefar's initial resistance to being personally handfed by their cult leader crumbles in the face of the Lamb's grumpy stubbornness. "I am honoured, my lady," they say humbly, and they eat a few berries and drink some water and eat a few more and soon they're looking much healthier.

Right. Okay. What else—oh, the frog monster. She unpockets them and barely remembers to ask if they'd like to be unmonstered (they would), and indoctrinates them and transforms them into a rabbitfolk and barely remembers to ask their name (it's Gusion).

Then, in a sort of exhausted daze, she goes to dig in the garden for a while.

Her crown mentions, with uncharacteristic shyness, that it found a neat thing in the mushroom forest while she was too deep in her wrathful fugue to notice her surroundings. It unpockets a somewhat sinister-looking bone necklace into her hand. She stares down blankly at the worn white beads. Her crown thinks it recognized this one as a charm for long life and good health, and recommends that she give it to someone she likes.

Does she like anyone? She's not sure. She can hand it out at random to whichever of her followers she sees next, she supposes. For now, she pockets it again and keeps gardening.

She sees plenty of her followers around, but doesn't speak with any of them for a bit, first gardening and then draining the Shrine and then being Inspired to build everyone better beds. (Her crown is clearly trying its best to cheer her up and, she privately admits, it is at least slightly working.)

Then, in the middle of her bed renovations, another follower approaches.

"Leader!" says Amdusias, kneeling unnecessarily before her. "I'm in love!" After just enough of a pause for the Lamb to begin to be alarmed, he continues, "But Gusion doesn't know I exist... would you gather ten Camellias for me from Darkwood so that I might woo them?"

So...

Points against: As familiar and semi-comfortable as Darkwood is by now, she was actually somewhat hoping to never go there again, since with Leshy dead she has no reason to continue murdering his followers indiscriminately.

Points in favour: This may be the first genuinely wholesome thing that has happened since she got here, and if she has to say no, she might cry. And if she cries, the One Below might judge her.

"Okay," she finds herself saying. "Sure."

"Thank you so much, my lady!"

Back to the Darkwood, then.

Gone is the sign that warned of entering Leshy's domain.

Present instead is this guy.

"Winds of change blow; dost thou sense it? Around us, the world creaks and turns. Afore, it stood immobile. Motionless centuries grow rust."

She uh... she really has no idea what to say to that.

"Now, Leshy hath fallen, and hereupon the inhabitants of this land begin their fight anew to presume power. Ye shall not find them so easily dispatched again."

Well, that wasn't the news she was hoping for, but it's news she's glad to know, if it's true. "Th..."

The strange birdfolk ascends silently into the canopy.

"...anks."

Crown, keep an eye out for flowers. She's going murdering.