Annika stood slowly, fighting the grimace of pain that her still recovering wounds tried to twist her face into. She was pleased to see Orion whole and well, even if she knew that it must be so. She lay a hand on the thief's shoulder and Logan flinched as though it were heated, an unfortunate reaction but not unexpected.

"This is Logan Christopher," she said truthfully, earning another wince from the thief as she revealed his true name. It was unlikely that anyone on this far side of the planet could connect him with an escape from judgement a half a world away. Regaining his composure he tugged his forelock to Orion and the Mother Superior. 

"Sir, Your Holiness," he mumbled, shuffling his feet.

"I heard his confession before I was asked to join Sir Pentecost on this quest," she went on, shading the truth very slightly, "I had not yet had a chance to deliberate on an appropriate penance when I was called away." The Mother Superior arched her eyebrow at that.

"And what are his sins Daughter?" she asked sternly. Annika's face hardened ever so slightly.

"His sins are between him and the Pancreator," she replied sternly. The Mother Superior blinked and then looked slightly embarrassed, probably at having appeared to have misrepresented the Omega Gospel more than for the fact she had asked such a personal question.

"Quite," the older woman said austerely, "and what of his penance, that you may discuss with an Ecclesiastical Superior and I order you to do so." The Sanctuary Aeon was letting it known that she wouldn't be brooked in her own halls by a cleric several levels her junior and of a different order besides.

"He is to make a pilgrimage to the Gargoyle of Nowhere and seek the Pancreators forgiveness." She hadn't finished the sentence before the world 'What?!' was shouted at her from various directions, not least from Christopher himself who turned to stare at her as though she was insane. Such an act would have been more appropriate for patricide than simple larceny.

"Sister Annika..." the Mother Superior began but closed her mouth rather than continue the discussion. Now that the pronouncement had been made she had no authority to countermand it and beside what skin of her teeth was it if an Estakonic started doling out impossible penances?  

"I have taken into account the fact that he chose to enter your convent uninvited," she added dryly, figuring that sin at least was public enough not to be protected by a penitents privilege.