It's as if someone lit a candle, even as the pillars went out. She feels it like a fire at her back, the sudden presence of the one to whom this shrine has been dedicated. This ... thing... has lived beneath the floors her whole life and she hasn't sensed it? How can that be?<br/><br/>Turning back around, she raises her chin slightly and clasps her small hands at the front of her waist. There is no way to tell what it looks like, not in this dark, but she steps forward toward the altar. She sees no harm in letting the beast talk; certainly he can do nothing else. Her father wouldn't allow it.