Therezia looks confused and almost offended as she looks at the others. "Light magic?", she murmurs, looking down at her glowing rosary. This was no magic, this was the work of God- calling it anything but felt like denying his precious gift to her completely. "This isn't....", she begins to protest quietly, but cuts herself off when she sees everyone else putting their weapons aside.

She follows suit, reaching under her long dress skirt and grabs a small silver dagger that has been hidden in her garter. Carefully she puts it to the side where her guards were already piling their weapons. 

She glances at the others and walks closer to Aria. "What did they mean with 'Light Magic'? I possess no such thing.", she asks quietly, her voice unsteady as if afraid she'd offend her by speaking to her without being spoken to first. 

It was an old habit and rule that had been instilled in her at a very young age, and it made her sudden new position as her people's Lord all the more challenging to fulfill.