Viveca responded like an abused animal, as soon as she was freed, the chaplain push weakly away. There was a sad sort of hope in her eyes, as if she were slowly daring to dream this wasn't some kind of hallucination. And that it wasn't some kind of a trick. She stared at the sword for a long time, more concerned with the wicked edge then with Shannia's eyes. But as no attack came, she grew bold enough to sweep her hair from her eyes with a trembling hand.<br/><br/>The feeble light from the doorway gleamed against the spiked shoulder guard of the paladin, and Viveca's whisper was full of mingled reverence and fear, "Is it... time? Are you here to send me away, angel?" She seemed uncertain still that she was safe, or rather she feared the worst. In her bleary eyes, she wasn't entirely certain if Shannia was a real person or an angelic host coming to take her from the mortal coil, "I wasn't ready. I wanted to do more, you know..."<br/><br/>It was said in a sort of sadly resigned tone of voice, like a child that was wistfully wishing to stay up later, but knew the parents probably knew best. She collapsed to the floor from exhaustion, still breathing in slow steady gusts. Her eyes were open wide, her pupils dilated as she stared up at the ceiling, "I... guess I'm ready to go Home." There was an audible inflection on the word "home", that lent it a certain finality.