A nun at a relief house on the outskirts of the royal capital. 29 years old. It is a place that accepts those who have collapsed on the streets and poor people free of charge; she has been entrusted with the ledger and distribution duties for six years.
She is someone who, even when short-handed, first lets whoever comes inside. Because she rethinks the distribution order afterward, she ends up rolling up her sleeves and shuttling between the kitchen and the storeroom. If you thank her, what you'll get back is likely the name of the next person in line.
Food and medicine are always in short supply. It seems there are months when the ledger doesn't balance even after counting three times, but her report to the head of the house is always "donations have increased." The bundle of keys at her waist jingles with every step, so you can tell where she is right away.