She stays silent for a while, watching the sun rise and the shadows in the mountain grow. "A man from the church, who knows my name. I don't know if I should be flattered, or running." She turns towards him, making no effort to hide herself, her weapons, or her faith. "Despite my instincts telling me to knock you out and run, I get the feeling this has little to do with the Church. That smell on you is weak." She stares him up and down. "What can I do for you, Felix Glasius?"

She then put on her pendant and imbued it with magic, transforming into a human guise. This form had brown hair in a braid down her back, green eyes, and tanned skin casual clothes, making the pendant feel a little out of place. To Felix, it would be clear that this was just a comforting illusion, but also a well-crafted one. She looked tiredly over herself and nodded; a human look, for human business.