Haunted Wood the maw

periane’s head bowed low as they walked, a reverence instinctive and bone-deep. the journey back had been silent on her end, spent in quiet prayer, her steps light behind erebos as though she feared breaking whatever holy thread had brought her into his path.
thank you, she whispered to him at last, her voice soft, like the hush of incense curling in a cathedral. for bringing me. i... was beginning to wonder if my wandering would ever end. she offered him a rare, gentle smile, fleeting but sincere. perhaps i was meant to find you.
and then, to rhadamanthus, who spoke as though he held the keys to heaven itself, her gaze lifted, and her hands folded in front of her chest as if in silent devotion. yes, she answered, simply. unwavering. i serve our Lord, and through him, all who would follow his will.
at the mention of the gods liking her, her cheeks colored faintly, but she did not lower her gaze. instead, her smile deepened, touched with grace. then i am honored. i would be glad to help build such a flock. for where two or more gather, so too does the divine.
she glanced between the brothers, sensing the weight of their purpose. this was no accident.
where shall we begin?