[ Her voice is small and quiet with resignation. Marianne averts her gaze from the white expanse as if it were too holy or too blighted for her to lay eyes on. She is witnessing the gods at work, she is sure of it. She can feel their presence; in her trepidation, it's easy to mistake the weight in her chest for a sign. ]
I am sure she is fine. She is with Them.
[ And then comes the denial, religious fervor she can wrap around herself like a blanket for comfort. Calm settles over Marianne and she even reaches out to touch Claude's arm gently, reassuring him in his panic. ]
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[ Her voice is small and quiet with resignation. Marianne averts her gaze from the white expanse as if it were too holy or too blighted for her to lay eyes on. She is witnessing the gods at work, she is sure of it. She can feel their presence; in her trepidation, it's easy to mistake the weight in her chest for a sign. ]
I am sure she is fine. She is with Them.
[ And then comes the denial, religious fervor she can wrap around herself like a blanket for comfort. Calm settles over Marianne and she even reaches out to touch Claude's arm gently, reassuring him in his panic. ]
Let us pray for Miss Joann.