Shannia blinked, she seemed to have some problem to grasp what the young girl was telling her. Young woman she corrected herself as she took a step back and took a good look at her. Viveca was a good woman... or would be depending on how she looked at it. Just the fact that she had uttered those words she had showed that she had come a good way in the right direction.<br/>At first she thought to turn her down, to send her back from where she came but then she remembered one small detail... herself. She had been younger than Viveca when she had done almost the same as she was doing now and she had been greeted with open arms, no-one had even second doubted her willingless or even right to serve. That made all difference.<br/><br/>"I accept Viveca... until we can get you before a priest you shall have no other name. With his name we can then re-enter you in this word so you can be born into what you should have been in the first place." She pulled out a knife she wore in her belt at he back and cut open her hand.<br/><br/>"Now give me yours." She said holding out her bloody hand from which dropplets of blood fell to the ground.