[CENTER][h3][color=a187be]Sara, Daughter of Aliya[/color][/h3]
Interacting with: [@Obscene Symphony] as Jannick, [@OwO] as Hollyhock, [@Abstract Proxy] as Dominick, [@Hero] as Renata et al[/CENTER]

Sara smiled gently at Renata. Having worked in a church, she had seen her fair share of people most would consider mad among the homeless and destitute. Contrary to popular belief, they were mostly harmless; victims of circumstance whose only recourse had been to dissociate from reality. Yet Sara couldn't help but wonder if, in a different time, in a different world, where faith had died young and skepticism masked itself as enlightenment, would not the prophets who shaped the history of Gaia have been regarded as mad? Certainly, such a claim had been leveled against missionaries that had been sent to other nations. A thought crossed Sara's mind to once again be disobedient of her station and turned to Dom.

[color=a187be]"This may be irresponsible of me to suggest, but perhaps we can bring her along? Surrounded by two Scions and two Templars, I'm certain we should be able to keep her safe."[/color] [i]'Or perhaps, she can help keep us safe,'[/i] Sara thought, though she did not voice this last part. Sara knew that she shouldn't do anything to dilute her protection away from her Scion and muttered a quiet apology to Irina.[color=a187be]"I do not doubt that she will find a way to follow us should we head in without her, and I do not wish for her to come to harm."[/color] Sara looked at Jannick, understanding that, as the only one here who knew Renata, he would be the most torn.