Lisbeth snapped to attention at the Celestian's approach, making the aquila across her chest before puffing herself up with her arms behind her back, almost at the Confessor's shoulder-height. At first she had been mostly dispassionate; when Celestian Victorine mentioned the report of a resurrection, she could not help but whisper beneath her breath, "A miracle..." Reactions among the others seemed mixed; some were unimpressed, others astounded, and others wore their skepticism as openly as she wore her astonishment. 

There would be time enough for that later, though. If this was a case of living re-birth, no doubt millions - perhaps billions - would flock to see the holy planet. Lisbeth's job was to make sure it remained holy. "Rules of engagement, sister? What reception should we expect on the surface? How...ah, 'rustic' are the people of Cekrov?" Though Lisbeth was relatively sheltered by the standards of her older Sisters - and a baby compared to the venerable Confessor - she had heard stories of planets trapped in barbarism, where the servants of the Imperium were worshipped as angels from the skies, rather than simple Men.