Whatever misgivings Ilda might've had with Tolunai began to vanish as his reading progressed, replaced by a growing horror at how bleak his predictions seemed to be. Not yet gone, but already grieving? Losing hope? But what could she do, for Ingride and for the rest of her family, when she was trapped in another world, so far away from home?

She took a deep breath to steady herself, just as he moved to the second card. A partnership to seek out, to solve the problem... what did that mean? A wish? She thought of Yato, but didn't he already say that her sister's situation was beyond his power? So it must be someone else, or something else. But what could she do, when she had no idea what she was looking for?

And then Tolunai said something about fate. Fate, destiny -- she hated those words. To be at the mercy of others who actually had power to make things better, but simply wouldn't, for one reason or another... the anger she'd felt a couple of weeks ago, the same anger that led her to start that temple riot, albeit unintentionally, was beginning to resurface. But what could she do, when she was just a girl, when she didn't have the power to alter fate?

But it was his reading of the last card that struck her the most. The Hierophant, the card for conforming to tradition. And she was to not do what the card said, no matter what. No matter what.

And all of a sudden the solution, the way out, was crystal clear. Yet the cost---

"I... I think I'm good." Ilda was deathly pale, like she'd seen a ghost. Her voice quivered as much as the hand she extended to set down five rhinn on the table. "T-Thank you for your time. I..." She stood up, wobbling for a moment as if she might faint. "Thank you."

If there is way to save your sister, it won't be by ducking your head down and doing what others do.

She ran.