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A sharp intake of breath was the only immediate indicator as to her inward turmoil. Though her knuckles turned white as she gripped the arrow tighter and tighter, her expression remained calm. To think an Angel could be corrupted. Such a blow to be dealt at such a time. Lord Johannes, of all people, betrayed the order. These three thoughts chased each other across her mind as she struggled with this newest wave of emotions. Finally they settled somewhere in her chest leaving only a feeling of a pit in her stomache and the obvious conclusion. The reason she had been picked for this mission, the very reason she had made her arrows in the first place, was that she could dispose of any magic user who stood in the order's way. If that happened to be a formal cardinal, so be it. The Angel of Dominion, however, was another matter entirely.

"Mi'lord, I place my trust in your judgement but...I would have great reservations against drawing any weapon against an Angel."

Her voice strained on that last word, her calm mask breaking enough to show the struggle beneath. Such a thing went against all she had been taught and Eva was not sure that she could bring herself to fight Lord Johannes even under direct order. A sharp pain in her hand caused her to glance down momentarily and realize she had broken the shaft of the arrow in her hands. Small pieces of the wood had pierced the skin in both hands though none too deep. Grimacing slightly, she tucked the damaged arrow back in the quiver for later repair.

Once more she was surprised by his actions. Such kindness was more than life hadd led her to expect from anyone. The healing and his words acted as a balm to her spirit as her fears were silenced. It seemed that just as any person could be saved, any could be tempted. Lord Johannes was not lost afterall. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief at being able to leave the most difficult question unanswered. It was irrelevant what she would have done now anyway.

"Thank you."

She paused for a moment, struggling to put words to the conclusion she had reached. Part of her wanted to elborate on her thanks but finally she settled with the simplest answer she could think of.

"There is no higher cause then bringing salvation to the lost. I am at your disposal Lord Uriel."

She inclined her head slightly, arms falling to her sides. There was nothing else she could say beyond that though her heart yearned to thank him further. To say something, anything. The sentiment caught in her throat and hardened in her chest. She would say nothing more. What it meant to her was...she had been hurt so he healed her. It was simple logic. No need to lose your head over it. Still, her hands shook slightly and the lump remained lodged tight in her throat acting much as if it would never come loose.

She watched as he disappeared, still unsure of herself though the worst of it had been silenced. Finally, she turned away from the Cathedral proper to her own corner of the world. It was not much besides a place to collapse and, on a rare occasion, to hide but it was home....sort of. As she entered, Eva immediately shed the stifling hot cloak as well as the few pieces of armor she still bothered to wear. Her bow and quiver she propped carefully against the wall but all else was thrown haphazardly to the floor. Falling back onto the sleeping pallet, she sighed suddenly then smiled. For all that it had been a disconcerting moment in time, she would never have avoided it.

Turning so that she faced the wall, she informed her subconscious rather sternly to make sure that she was awake well before she was to meet Lord Uriel at the gatehouse then promptly fell asleep. In the room was a sense of twilight and a thick silence that was rare enough to find. It was in this room that she could sleep with ease; a sleep so deep and dreamless.

//OoC: I'm going up North tomorrow morning and coming back sometime saturday noon {central time}. Just a heads up!