Pondering her existence

Sothis had been having a lot of fun with Catherine, something she had no intention of stopping, having wrapped her legs around the knight's waist as she teased her nipples through the armor. But her master needed her help, so she had to look over what she knew and be... ugh, introspective. She had reason to think she could be a goddess, given what Manuela said. Her natural time powers were separate from her genie ones, after all. She also knew Rhea seemed to be aware of her presence. Seteth and Flayn might have also been aware, but she was less solid.

Seteth had done a double take when she had been massaging Hilda's glorious chest as they passed in the halls. Though Seteth had chewed Hilda out for her laziness just a few hours before. Flayn, on the other hand, seemed to have heard her when she had been following her alone. She'd said 'That girl's got a FINE ass!' out loud. She had no need to filter herself, after all. To her surprise, Flayn had looked behind her to where she had been was, asking if anyone was there. A few moments of stunned silence from Sothis had been enough to make her give up on looking and resume her walk down the hallway. And who did they think they were fooling with that sibling nonsense? Seteth looked like he was in his thirties while Flayn looked like it was her eighteenth - Sothis refocused. She was getting off track.

In any case, Rhea was definitely aware of her in some capacity, having noticed her float about in that meeting with Byleth. And given she was the head of the church, there must be some connection! Well, they both had green hair, like what the 'siblings' had... but that wasn't proof positive, given Linhart did too, and he hadn't noticed anything about her. Not even now, as Catherine walked up to him while he worked on patching up Caspar to give the blue-haired boy some advice.

Rhea was the head of the church, though. If she was a god, maybe that's why - no, not one of the bishops around here had paid her any mind when she fondled the priestesses. There had to be something more specific there... Why was Rhea so confusing for her? She hadn't met Rhea before coming to Garreg Mach with Byleth... or had she? there was something like Deja vu when she had met her in the throne room, but nothing more than that. Sothis didn't even know her own past, so there could be some connection there...

Shaking her head again, Sothis moved her grip from Catherine's ample chest to her ass, nuzzling her face in between those cheeks to amuse herself while she kept thinking. This was going to keep bothering her, but nothing helpful for Byleth seemed to be coming to mind! So, what else did she know about Rhea and Byleth? Byleth's dad didn't seem to trust Rhea, in spite of how much she seemed to like him. Something must have happened between them, and she'd have been willing to bet not being able to play with any girls for a month...week... day... yeah, a whole da- half a day, that whatever had happened between them had happened here, at the monastery. So, Rhea seemed to be aware of her, interested in Byleth, and Jeralt didn't want to come back here or seem to trust Rhea... she could see a connection there she just needed to-

Wait. If Jeralt had left the monastery, was it so impossible it involved Byleth? Rhea had seemed pretty happy to see both of them back, so he could have been here before, long ago. Long enough that Byleth had forgotten, certainly. And she was pretty certain Rhea was at least partially so trusting of her Master because of her existence. And it did seem unlikely that she would have been bound to Byleth randomly. Could Rhea have been responsible for her and Master being connected like this?

'Byleth, I think I might have figured out... the beginnings of something. and before you say anything, it does not involve Catherine's well toned chocolate ass!'