Angeline had to keep herself from outright swooning, as Elicia gripped her chin. The priestess was still learning how to process, not merely the feeling of powerlessness she felt before Lady Linet, but how<em>welcome</em>such a feeling was. How eager she was to please her lady. How hungry for reward.<br/><br/>"I shall not fail you, my Lady," she said, her voice shaky, her wild eyes staring into Elicia's. As the mailed hand released her chin, Angeline seemed almost dazed, swaying on her feet for a moment, before her soldier's composure returned.<br/><br/>"Retaining the element of surprise would be wise," she said. "Though unlikely in our armour."