Verilyn sighed as she dropped herself down beside the Site of Grace, the Golden light glimmering in the corner of her eye. A hand reached up to pull down the cloth atop her helmet, before removing the helmet itself, shaking her head to let her dirtied brunette hair fall down as she set her helmet aside.

In the midst of her ritual of relaxation, she paused at the sound of activity nearby. Her head turned, allowing her one good eye to fall upon you, the Tarnished squinting as she stared. "..Eh-?"