Morgaine pretended not to notice the little interaction between Dietrich and Victor as she re-entered the larger room. It was humourous, admittedly, to see the big gruff churchman get gently scolded like a child, but it told her that there was something going on. At least, something going on that the two men very much didn't want her to know about. This annoyed her greatly. She wasn't the sort who enjoyed being kept in the dark. Was Dietrich's eye twitching? Something has gotten him unsettled, no doubt about that, and if she had to guess, it had something to do with her and her supposed "immortality". 

"Right, let's go see your vicar," she finally said, after giving the two churchmen each an awkward glance. "I don't suppose I'd recognize a vicar were I to see one. What do they look like?" Really, was there truly a possibility in which all the men of the Healing Church were moulded of wax? Admittedly, the white church clothes weighed down on her shoulders far more than her normal clothes did. A snug fit they were, and to be quite honest, not nearly as tight as she had predicted. Certainly good for this dratted weather.