Even as lost in thought as she is Anastasia is still aware enough to notice something... familiar about the air. The way the temperature unmistakably drops, the cool, yet slightly refreshing pale mist that wasn't there a second ago, the sound of a single crow echoing off of the stone halls... it isn't uncomfortable in all honesty, given the weariness that threatens to sink into her very being under the pressure of relentless combat the cool air feels nice, quite welcome really.
... but more than that, she's felt this once before hasn't she? Yes, back at the ruined church, when she met the Witch- and as if on cue that is precisely when she hears her voice. She's still clearly startled, jumping slightly and nearly knocking down the worn down chair she's dragged over to the Grace, but given a second she begins to relax again. At least, as much as she can in a place like this. There are a few small differences about her, a small symbol of the Two Fingers tucked into her belt, a way of channeling a power she never knew she could wield and something that's proven to be a useful tool... even if the actual faith behind it is not something she is certain she is entirely on board with.
"... if I had known we would be meeting again so soon I would have tried to leave something less of a mess behind me." Despite herself, despite the gravity of everything happening Anastasia cannot help but permit herself a small smile and just a dash of humor. "I... suppose you could say that, yes, even if I must confess I have little idea what in the hell I'm actually doing right now."
For all the insanity of what she's just accomplished, to fight her way this far into such a well fortified stronghold she can only imagine it must pale compared to whatever might this Godrick must wield, even if everything she has heard paints him as little more than a craven chasing after the power the rest of his family wields.
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... but more than that, she's felt this once before hasn't she? Yes, back at the ruined church, when she met the Witch- and as if on cue that is precisely when she hears her voice. She's still clearly startled, jumping slightly and nearly knocking down the worn down chair she's dragged over to the Grace, but given a second she begins to relax again. At least, as much as she can in a place like this. There are a few small differences about her, a small symbol of the Two Fingers tucked into her belt, a way of channeling a power she never knew she could wield and something that's proven to be a useful tool... even if the actual faith behind it is not something she is certain she is entirely on board with.
"... if I had known we would be meeting again so soon I would have tried to leave something less of a mess behind me." Despite herself, despite the gravity of everything happening Anastasia cannot help but permit herself a small smile and just a dash of humor. "I... suppose you could say that, yes, even if I must confess I have little idea what in the hell I'm actually doing right now."
For all the insanity of what she's just accomplished, to fight her way this far into such a well fortified stronghold she can only imagine it must pale compared to whatever might this Godrick must wield, even if everything she has heard paints him as little more than a craven chasing after the power the rest of his family wields.