Larksong Grotto Abercrombie

Her head dips. "Very blessed," she agrees, "I thank him for it every day," she adds, her head tilting back to view the sky. She squints gently to receive it's light before looking back down. With a gentle sigh, interpreted perhaps and something more meaningful than what it really was, Jhala stares into the lake. With slight hesitation, she asks the other. "Have you seen any of the heathens who betrayed our religion?" Her ears perk with curiosity, knowing good and well that no one had seen the grotto wolves who'd left with Charley Prior. "I doubt they'd come back to seek redemption, or whatever, but I've been keeping an eye out in case any of 'em try anything."