Junco was of course naturally curious, and as soon as the Sister opened the floor for questions. "Those are lovely tapestries," he said, gazing at them rather than looking at the sister herself, for they were that hypnotizing. "Who made them? Are they supposed to symbolize something?" He knew that there were tapestries in the world that recreated some books and poems, and this was the root of his curiosity... He was trying to remember any epics or fairy tales that covered worshiping crystals.<br/><br/>It was then that he heard someone collapse, and he quickly turned on his heels, his instincts lightning quick and looking for an attacker. But... All he found was one exhausted woman, scantily clad and covered in red symbols. He was the first to her side, flipping her onto her back and cradling her head in his hands... it seemed she hadn't fallen flatly on her face, else her cute nose would be crooked and bloody, and she sure as hell wouldn't be quiet about it. "Miss?!" he says, lightly smacking her on the face to rouse her. "Are you okay?!"