Cringes slightly as she heard those words from the woman's lips, a Holy Priest.. even during undeath, even channelling the lights power should have caused pain, so she assumed, though she knew too well the pain it caused as it 'healed' her kind. She had assumed she would have embraced the darker side.<br/><br/>“I see.. in a way, perhaps that explains what the rogue meant.. do you enjoy your work. I detect, something in your tone when you speak of.. keeping them awake?” she looked at her with a tilted head, Moaria being just as much a puzzle as the rogue behind, just in a different way.<br/><br/>Her question perhaps wasn't a well placed one, rather rude and blunt of her even, but somehow she didn't care much. There was no time for fun and games when one was dead, was there?<i>Thats it, stop cowing about and wrapping your words in doubt </i>she smiled, inside at least, she even felt her lips quiver into more than just that crooked curve to her lips, glancing over at the warriors in view, attempting to bring down a couple abominations, though not very successfully, it was clear that it was some form of bloody training, she expected no less, no niceties when you were dead.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>