No, she runs into a stranger in need of help

Guyld and Lenore headed opposite the direction they'd been walking, back up church street, towards the house they'd left... By this point, Lenore was thinking she'd done enough healing (damage?) and needed to give her client time to digest this day of therapy. With any luck, Guyld would be relieved with the lightness of human kindness and would go on to live a fulfilling life of charity. Without that luck... Guyld would probably bemoan that she'd just given away untold riches. Lenore would be lucky not to get thrown in the stocks and flogged in the square. Keeping her job could be out of the question.

"Please, my creator... let us reach the house without running into anyone else. Please answer this prayer," Lenore beseeched a higher power.

Of course, that higher power wasn't beholden to the demands of mortals, so instead of satisfying that request, it provided a new trial instead. A voice cried out from behind a shabby fence, where some construction in the poor district had been nearly abandoned. "Hello! You there! Please!" a woman's voice begged, urging them to come over. Ordinarily, Guyld would have thought this to be another charlatan or thief trying to rob her. In her present state, however, she recognized it as a call to charity and ran over immediately. Lenore slapped her face in exasperation, then followed, wondering what she'd be **** to give up this time. The soft, sobbing voice continued, sounding ****. "I was in an accident, and-"

"Do you need medical attention? Luckily, we have a doctor here!" Guyld smiled at their good fortune, pushing Lenore forward.

"I'm not a medical doctor and I have no supplies..." Lenore sighed.

"No, no. That's fine. Thank you for offering, but that's not the problem," the woman's quivering voice answered. "The truth is, I was practicing something outside in my yard, and, well... I fell past my property line into this neighboring yard... and I lost all of my clothes except for my panties-"

"A-All of your clothes? You lost your outerwear and your bra all in this accident?" Guyld questioned, cocking an eyebrow with a disbelieving frown.

"Yes!" the timid voice answered. "So... If one of you could spare your dress..."

"No. I'm afraid that isn't possible," Lenore answered immediately, even as Guyld began to hook her hands into the long leg-slits of her dress. "We simply can't."

"Miss Seste! Where is your sense of decency? We may be in dire straights ourselves, but this poor woman is naked! At least you and I have our upper body wear beneath! It's only right that we help her," Guyld suggested, pressing one hand to her chest and raising her nose, in that proud, St. Vendigeld gesture that she and her daughter always performed when they wanted to show off their nobility.

"A-Are you not wearing panties?" the stranger questioned, suddenly confused. "Oh! I'll give you mine! Then I can wear your dress and neither of us will look naked!"

"But whoever took the deal would still be walking through town in their underwear!" Lenore complained, growing increasingly red-faced. So far, they'd only taken monetary damages, mostly... this would turn into a walk of shame if anyone saw her client- or her, for that matter- walking down church street in their panties.

"Far better that than the poor woman walk out in the nude! My friend, please, hand the panties over the fence line and I will gladly offer you this dress," Guyld insisted.

The therapist, knowing that Guyld's current troubles and her own were largely due to her own alternative therapy ideas, felt an internal struggle. On one hand, she probably ought to step up and be the one to hand her habit over... it would make up for her mistakes so far, it was worth less, and it would be far less conspicuous for her, a simple nun, to be strolling through town in her underwear than it would a noble lady patron of the church. On the other hand... this was an opportunity to see more of Guyld's body and the woman did want to hand over her dress anyway. It would sort of be like interfering with her own therapy if Lenore got in the way now, wouldn't it?

Lenore was starting to think she'd need to consult a therapist herself after this was all over...