At the sound of her name, Leonora turned, looking both guilty and startled. Porom's arrival took her by surprise, but only because she was more lost in her own thoughts than focused on her devotions. Maybe Palom was right and she should give up the idea of being an Epopt. More and more she began to wonder if she really had what it took to cut it.

She managed a small smile and bobbed her head. "Lady Porom! I didn't expect you."

A creeping blush spread on her cheeks, mercifully masked by the depth of darkness in the enclosed chamber. It wouldn't do at all to let the great white mage of Mysidia know she'd been thinking about Porom's brother rather than her prayers.