Beware A Bathing Maiden

Gossamer continued to watch the other yearling as she struggled to sort not only through what she was seeing but also what she was feeling. She watched the athletic girl dive her head into the water with the grace of a heron, emerging with a fish secure in her jaws. She felt tremendous guilt that she was sitting here doing basically nothing. Her siblings were probably actually being productive, working toward the greater good of the Armada. She was sitting here having lewd thoughts about a potential enemy.

Ásta would say that guilt was proof that she was living life in other people's expectations of what she should do. But didn't those expectations have merit? If everyone in the Armada did whatever they pleased whenever they felt like it the whole pack would fall apart.