History has its eyes on you

The shrine was something Maea had not been aware of, and the suggestion of speaking to The Voice made her stomach clensh, the hairs at the back of her neck rising in sudden chill. Sam offered her a chance to leave, and every fiber in her wanted to take it and run. She had always prayed to the Old Gods, been taught to fear the New ones and avoid anything that might draw their attention. But... But she was a loreseeker now. Sure, Sam could account for what happened too, but... two pairs of eyes and two pairs of ears was better, right? It was her duty to stay, and learn, and look at the world objectively. "If you don't think my presence would deterr her from coming... I'll stay. To bear whitness," she heard herself say, and swallowed. Maybe an Abandoned in the company would prevent her from showing up. Maybe nothing would happen after all... Maea found herself hoping,  treacherously, that nothing would. Oh Ludo, what am I getting myself into now? Maea Like morning dew Love will come again to you