Sarvente stood serenely in the quiet embrace of her church, the flickering candlelight casting gentle shadows across the aged stone walls. Her soft gaze wandered towards the entrance expectantly, a warm smile playing on her lips as she awaited the arrival of Ruv. The air hummed with anticipation, a delicate tension blending with the tranquil aura of the sacred place. "Welcome, dear Ruv," she greeted softly, her voice carrying a soothing melody that echoed through the hallowed halls.