Sister Alyx keeps her face downcast, as do the pair of sister who accompany her.  Their hands are clasped before their waists, pressing the sleeves together to hide even their hands.  Only the lower halves of their faces are visible beyond the shroud of shadows, and none of the three have spoken throughout the overland journey in this darkness and pre-dawn light.  If the two junior sisters are addressed, they look to Alyx before answering, and then in meek and understated ways.<br/><br/>The patience she's been forced to exert this far has become wearing.  She does not like being forced to assume this meager role for such an uninterrupted period, but she finds it best, at this point, to refrain from demanding devotion.  Subtlety, until she knows the way to possession of their minds and hearts.  Piety.  Meekness.  Let them assume that their gods are not yet among them until she knows how best to slay their gods from their hearts.