Jun 22
From @progestereon
Helena slowly pushes the door of the shrine open with a creak, her armor lightly clanking as she moves. She looks a little nervous, though not quite scared.
“Hello? Is the Bridge Maiden here…? I need some, um… assistance.”
Grace looks up from where she was dusting part of the altar, a warm expression adorning her face. Her breath catches slightly when she gets a good look at her petitioner though she recovers swiftly.
"Of course, just in here my dear. What precisely are you seeking?"
Her older set of armor -though battered- moves in perfect silence, almost like a second skin. Each piece adjusted just so to not interfere with its neighbors.