"Tommy?! But....you're supposed to be in Yarfell....I SAW you before I left....I gave you....oh, no." She drops her head back onto the cradle of her arm for a moment, furious with herself for her inattention to detail- a lot of things made more sense now. "How long have you been here? Who is it back in Yarfell?"She shifts a little, leaning against the wall trying to make the tower stop swaying so dreadfully, and her face is an interesting shade- warring between being pale and blushing with humiliation. "I'm fine....I just tend to get a wee bit...motion sick....it's nothing....it's embarassing...."
Her normally dignified, articulate self has fallen quite to pieces, and she looks more like a frightened teenager than a 600-year old cleric. The cheerful pink ribbons still entwined in her hair don't help.
"And now the fiend is pawing through my book....ugh, it's awful, it's worse than... Ugh!!" She shudders unhappily. It was worse than being naked. It was Venger groping at her most precious soul and getting it all yucky and slimey. He'd never done THAT before. He'd just asked for what he wanted, or given her a good fright on his nightmare, but never locked her up and taken her book away....how could she look him in the eye, after this? Did he doubt her god's protection?
Did she, for that matter...? Her role, her position in the scheme of things was suddenly unclear, and apparently a lot less important than she'd come to believe...
Trying to muster something other than an overwhelming sense of self-pity, she shakes her head and tries to focus on him instead...he looked distinctly worse for wear himself. "And you? Are you OK? What did he do to you?"
