Orion Pentecost's initial response would have been 'what are you playing at Annika?' but it would have been entirely too familiar and too accusatory. The Knight's face spoke volumes however, not entirely knowing where she was going with this or whether it would stain his honor by following, but quickly a thought occurred to him. Perhaps the Gargoyle of Nowhere was the place where he might find spiritual guidance after he leaves the baron's service. He had longed to be relieved of his distant cousin's court for years, but now that the duke was seeing to it, he knew not where to go. Technically Annika was his confessor rather than he playing the role of her bodyguard, and stupidly he realized that she hadn't said [i]she[/i] was going there at all. Only this man whom he didn't entirely trust. 

Briefly he wondered if he had some weird, delayed version of the Sathra effect.

At the end of his deliberations, he decided he would acquiesce to whatever she was suggesting, when she suggested it. He and Ragnar had not risked life and limb to save her only to denounce her now, though it seemed a suspicious affair. He was certain she had a good reason. He'd once met a mercenary member of house Xanthippe, and the sister Annika had a look in her eye much like the mercenary had.

"Every man deserves a chance at forgiveness," Orion declared with surety, though he felt painfully arrogant proclaiming the word in front of the Mother Superior. "If that is the pancreator's will. And only he may decide, yes?"

"Yes, of course," The Mother Superior replied, emphasizing each word so as to convey she was growing tired of this little exchange of theirs. Her eyes fell upon Annika once more. "Sister, he can go where he likes to seek solace or forgiveness, but I do expect an explanation as to why you found it prudent to speak to him under my sanctuary without my knowledge, and I'm certain your Knight here is also curious as to your...methods. Estakonic's are known for breaking the mold, as it were. Perhaps the confessor can dole out a confession for once." 

She cleared her throat, halting any further reply. "Well, we can discuss everything tomorrow. You, Logan Christopher? You can spend the night in this cell or under heavy guard if you prefer to sleep elsewhere, or you can get out. It's your decision, but I will take my leave."