Lips like Morphine

"That it is," she agreed quietly. Despite her misgivings, there were times that Cree questioned her own stubborn aversion to religion. Although considered generally wasteful in terms of the required will, in times like these it seemed like a bargain. To think that there were those who honestly believed that there was something better for Jinx beyond her suffering -well, it was an undeniably nice gesture. In fact, Credine might have even been envious had she known that somewhere far inside the fallen leader was certain of her own eternal destiny.

The thoughts gave her pause in their conversation, but not so much that Cree completely withdrew. Instead, she just might've appeared dreamy for a while before blinking herself back into full consciousness. "Oh," was her summarized answer of choice. After all, there was no need to question such a seemingly straightforward plan any further.

Allowing silence to come between them again -as it was pacifying and not at all uncomfortable. Creidne only spoke again when she had something to say that was worth the bother. "And what will you do Sitri?" It was a valid point. Creidne knew her own reasons for sticking around, but perhaps Sitiri had better ones -or even none at all. Tilting her head towards him, she appeared completely captured by the wolf in anticipation of his answer.