Both gasp in awe, at the momentary flexing of power, staring at him in utter awe and fascination. He can even hear a gasp of surprise from outside the room, though it looks like they didn't trace the source, in that mere flicker of power. "Y-you... here? Im-impossible..." the priestess whispers, sliding out of her chair and dropping to her knees. "We, we are not worthy of your presence, my lord. Please, is there anything I can do for you? Name it, and I will provide," she says, laying head down on the ground, Miha following suit; she'd known he was powerful, but hadn't expected this. She's quiet, trembling in fear; even with his reassurance, she's still utterly terrified, since a slip-up would get her killed, almost immediately.