Therezia carefully trails behind the others, eyes wide as she takes in her surroundings. Her rosary is wrapped tightly around her wrist, and the small silver cross digging into her palm calms her nerves a little as she looks around. Somehow the metal still feels cold against her skin, despite having been in her tight grasp the entire journey here.

Her mind keeps wandering to the song she'd heard, and she tries to reassure herself that this was the right thing to do for her people. That maybe, she was meant to hear that, and this was all part of the Lords plan for her. 

A quiet sigh escapes her lips as she watches her much more confident seeming companions. She wants to ask them what they should do now, but no words come out no matter how hard she tries. Instead she simply keeps her gaze on them, watching intently.

Behind her two stoic men stand with their hands neatly folded over their swords, the cross on their armor making them instantly recognizable as two of Hoseas holy crusaders. Therezia didn't know their names, and she couldn't bring herself to ask just yet.