Blackfeather Woods her face it bloomed like a sweet flower [m]

she did not expect him to answer; he declined politely, and she gave a knowing smile to him. perhaps it was too much; after all, he had newly come to blackfeather. her eyes closed; she did not mouth the prayer of blessing she sought, preferring the words to resonate within her mind. if she had been godless before, relmyna did not know it. sheogorath had made her a thrall and given her purpose in pursuit of his own works for the gods; she had been a part of them for some time, and they of her.
and now that she had come awake — the priestess saw only goodly things before her, and knew she had been blessed not only for her piety, but her loyalty to the melonii family and to the land itself. wintersbane captured her intrigue; relmyna reached toward him with only her consciousness, seeking to trace what mental outline of him she had. 
it was not detailed, however; the man was a stoic and impassive beast. releasing her breath, relmyna unfurled her words into the void and stepped back from the altar with an expression of finality settling over her accented face. thank you, she murmured soundlessly to her silver-ruffed companion. that he had attended her with solemnity and reverence pleased relmyna, and she wondered at his usefulness to the dark brotherhood.