For a long, silent moment, Inej sits there, almost like she was basking in that little moment of prayer. She can sense… something there, building in the back of her kind, warm and bright and knowing. No, more than that— it’s understanding.

Inej doesn’t question it, the same way she doesn’t question her Saints. If anything, she takes that feeling washing over her as a message from them, specifically. It’s a nice, tiny moment of serenity that she will carry with her outside of this room.

When she does turn to leave, she finds Jo hovering in the doorway. “Coming in?” she asks as she steps toward the exit to leave herself. She thinks she knows the answer, if nothing else, from the suspicious glint in Jo’s eye.