Luneshale Pass just an appendage

Toula easily falls into the prayer, speaking with Zaahira, thinking with her too—grateful for this prayer, needing it without having known it. she felt made safe by it, the protective cloak of the Gods wrapped warmly ‘round her shoulders. 
and when they were finished, she looked with proud eyes upon Zaahira. she blinked away joyful tears, breathing, thank you, thank you, and then smiling merrily—how wonderful that was! Sekhmet has heard you, and She is with you—I feel Her here now, and her voice was imbued with that pride that illuminated from her gaze.