Therezias eyes dart in-between Fenrir and Aria as they speak, listening intently. 

She gives Fenrir a faint nod, clutching the rosary in her hand even tighter in preparation. She feels the subtle weight of her small bible in her dresses pocket, giving her strength.

She looks around again, noticing the wet glimmer of the walls. "Breath condensated?", she says quietly, her voice was barely a whisper. She looks almost surprised at herself for finally speaking up, she hadn't said much besides her name to the others in her company. 

Her guards finally glance at the walls as well, one of them running a finger down the closest one to him, as if to see for himself if it was truly wet. He turns and gives Therezia a small nod of confirmation.

She stares at her guards finger, wheels spinning in her head as she tries to figure out the rest of what Aria had just said.