Annika felt immediate relief as they stepped into the consecrated space of the chapel. The familiar iconography soothed her troubled mind and she went immediately to the altar and knelt, ignoring the startled looks of the attending acolytes. Closing her eyes she began to pray working herself through the litanies of purification she had been taught by her Estakonic tutors. The calming effect of the pray settled over her slowly, quelling the influence of her Dark Twin. Ever since her psychic gifts had emerged she had struggled to keep them under control and even with years of training, they still sometimes threatened to overwhelm her. She couldn't have said how much time had passed when she finally stood, but the ache in her knees suggested it had been no short period. 

Feeling renewed she walked back down the knave to where Orion stood in conversation with the bound Ragnar. The Vuldrock appeared calm despite his bonds, evidently his faith in Orion's promise to protect him was stronger than Annika's own. His ice blue eyes narrowed as she approached, warning Orion of her quiet progress.

"Sister?" the knight asked as he turned his handsome face to her.

"I thought that, as we are in a church, it might be a good time to hear your confession," she told Orion. She glanced toward the door where a pair of armed guards slouched in the shadows, rifles slung across their chests.

"Afterall, it is best to face the future with a clear conscience."