She thought for a moment back to all of the songs that she'd heard, and sung, about the infamous Opus Dey. People were quick to spread stories in song, but rarely would speak about him otherwise - she had tried to ask questions over the weeks since they had parted but there was real, true fear behind the eyes of anyone who actually knew anything.
And after seeing the city it was no wonder.
"Lye vrae." she answered after a few moments of silence, which meant you are a phantom in the language of her people.
She would have said more, but another knock on the door made her jump. With Opus pressed against her it kept her from losing her balance, but her heart raced in her chest and she closed her eyes as she rested her head against the wall for a beat.
"Fine." she responded and then cleared her throat when it didn't quite come out, "I'm fine. Thank you. Finishing up."
She looked at Opus in question. What should they do?