<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0f/Resident_evil_5_fairy_tale_sheva.jpg)</div>The damnation of twelve unfortunate souls, having succumbed to the corruption of the warp, was still fresh in Celeste's mind as she led the midday service in her relatively humble shipboard temple. She had been there to witness their relief from mortal suffering, had prayed for them even as she had damned the evil which had possessed them. Which would win out in the war for their souls? Only the Emperor knew the answer to that question. It was not her place to make that judgement, she had done what she could for them.<br/><br/>No, her chief concern now were for those who still remained, as a symbol of faith... kind words of prayer and encouragements where it might help, and the harsh truth of reality when it was the only elixir that could cleanse the taint of evil and corruption. To that end, she also slipped in a ritual or two from the medicine men of Avtara, although always through the prism of her unwavering devotion to the Emperor.<br/><br/>The current mood in the temple was quiet and solemn, dare she might think even peaceful, before her prayers were interrupted with the captain's page.<br/><br/>"On my way, sir," she replied in an even tone.<br/><br/>Moments later she was on the bridge, as Abran was picking himself up, having apparently gotten sick over something.<br/><br/>"Is everything alright, Captain?" she asked, her russet cloak billowing as she glanced around, eyeing the navigator and tilting her head, a look of genuine concern in her deep, golden gaze.