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There was something inherently surreal about being in a Chantry after being in the Temple of Sacred Ashes...and especially after being through the ruins of it.
She regarded the bare walls and the single stained glass window with some mild confusion, but no real comment. Two or three Sisters lingered in the hall but their conversations were both soft and entirely their own; they saw no need to involve Evelyn in anything they were discussing. It was just as well, really, because she had little insight to offer them and had no desire to dispel the positive will that had settled tenuously around her.
Rather than impose herself in either the war room or upon any of the lingering clergy, Evelyn settled for wandering idly between the pillars that lined the nave. She moved gingerly, favoring her right side more than she should have. It had only been a few days since she was thrown back by a Pride Demon and while most of the combatants from that fight had bounced back immediately, she had never dealt with anything its like.
She was fine, she was certain of that, but she wouldn't have regretted taking a seat in a pew. Unfortunately it seemed as though all of them were stored away somewhere and she was not so eager for company that she'd have wandered blithely into any of the rooms to find a seat.
She regarded the bare walls and the single stained glass window with some mild confusion, but no real comment. Two or three Sisters lingered in the hall but their conversations were both soft and entirely their own; they saw no need to involve Evelyn in anything they were discussing. It was just as well, really, because she had little insight to offer them and had no desire to dispel the positive will that had settled tenuously around her.
Rather than impose herself in either the war room or upon any of the lingering clergy, Evelyn settled for wandering idly between the pillars that lined the nave. She moved gingerly, favoring her right side more than she should have. It had only been a few days since she was thrown back by a Pride Demon and while most of the combatants from that fight had bounced back immediately, she had never dealt with anything its like.
She was fine, she was certain of that, but she wouldn't have regretted taking a seat in a pew. Unfortunately it seemed as though all of them were stored away somewhere and she was not so eager for company that she'd have wandered blithely into any of the rooms to find a seat.
