Anethrial heard the heavy sound of guards steps. The guards had come  like she knew they would, they would clear this mess up. She had an urge to make noise despite what he had told her, To bring the guards attention to exactly what was happening, what stopped here wasn't his orders, but knowing that the guards would probably kill anyone that caused her harm. He had done nothing to deserve death. Some dark part of her subconscious she hadn't realized was there before this war business whispered softly in her mind. ' were all dead anyway.'<br/><br/>The angels eyes widen in wonder as she hears her voice coming from somewhere else, and she saw the golden orbs. What was he? Was he some kind of witch? No he didn't appear crazy enough to be one, all the mages she had heard about had been beyond any reasonable thought. Of course what she had heard had been the slanted stories of the priesthood. Stories that she had been questioning as of late.<br/><br/>She is a little disappointed at the guard when he leaves for believing that she would scream like that over a spider. She is not some little girl that screams at the sight of a creepy crawly. In fact she couldn't remember very many times when she did scream. She usually kept her composer, even though she was shy and crowds made her uncomfortable. She had to appear at least some what strong to the people, as she was not only a celestial but the daughter of the head of the priesthood. People looked to her.<br/><br/>She listened to him, shifting uncomfortable as the weapon at her back pushes into her more. She wonders what it is in the temple that he wants so bad, he would be willing to do this. She finds herself pitying him, more the fearing him. She nods her head indicating she understands what he wants, and that she is willing to do it. Whatever he wants, he probably needs it more then the priest do.