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She turned her head at the sound of two voices. The blonde woman's question could easily be answered along with Remi's, so Cel decided to group them together. "Prayer," she said softly, her voice carrying in the space slightly more than it had in her whispered calling.
Still, her blade remained on the ground next to her. It may have been an unnecessary caution, but on the off chance there was some kind of higher power watching, she didn't want to do anything anger it.
"Phoebe, right?" Cel asked the blonde. "I'm Cel." She made it her business to know people in Northaven, and now that they were stranded somewhere new and dangerous, she was glad she had done so. Giving her a soft smile, she turned to Remi then, looking up at his wonder. "You've never seen a religious shrine before?" A chuckle escaped through her nose, as she quirked her brow at him. "I suppose a scientist doesn't have much room for religion, does he?"
