She doesn't reply, but he can feel her thanks, in a subtle shifting of her body. And, while it's still faint, he can feel the tingle of a new believer, beginning to stir in the back of his mind. There's doubt, and confusion, and trepidation mixed with it, but also trust and belief and gratitude, a tiny, white-hot ball of emotions, burning brighter and hotter than any of the others who had come to believe in him.<br/><br/>She would likely remain motionless and silent, until he needed to return to Haven; when he moves away, she'll simply sink to the bed, curling up into herself; a strange sight, to see such an undeniably powerful creature so weak and vulnerable-looking. He knows, however, that she will recover, given time; this is not a long-term worry.