Lying in the dark, waiting, with nothing to do but control her breathing and pray had been tortuous. Especially because, angelika's prayers, while not directed to any god in particular had stirred things up in the basement shrine. The feeling of observation had grown stronger-leading to yet more whispered prayer to ward it off.

As a result, when Iren came down the stairs, the light and sound made her shriek. "Wha-oh, um, yes? Yes, I think I'll be alright, maybe?"