She tries

"Mika?" Winlay began in a whisper trying to put all her questions into some kind of order. The two friends had been sitting on the bed for almost five minutes with Mika holding Winlay gently in her arms softly rocking. The gossamer robes that the girls wore were so thin that it was almost like being naked.

"Sshhh, Winlay." Soothed Mika tightening her arms around the traumatized young initiate. "I am so sorry, I tried to take your place. I tried, but not hard enough." Mika's soft caresses helped a little, but Winlay kept coming back to the questions that wouldn't go away.

"Mika, who are you?" Winlay tried again "What are you?" Winlay felt Mika kiss her softly on the temple before pulling back a few centimeters until she could look Winlay in the eye.

"I can't tell you everything, Winlay, but I'm here to help." Mika told her softly, and Winlay almost believed her until Mika added "I just wish I'd had a chance to kill that bastard once and for all." This was so unlike the Mika that Winlay knew, that the troubling questions returned with even more persistence.

"Did you say you wanted to trade places with me?" She asked Mika "So you could kill the High Priest of Xelta?" That made no sense at all, why would an initiate of Xelta want to kil ... unless "You're not really an initiate of Xelta." Mika shook her head ever so slightly and for no reason that made sense Winlay burst into tears.