She whipped around at the voice, staring at the man for a few moments, trying to determine how much she was safe revealing. Evidently, he already knew quite a bit of her world, and while she was a little surprised that he could understand her prayer, it's hardly impossible that someone else speaks the language.

Her voice was accented when she speaks, heavier than, perhaps, it usually was, but she was upset.

"There are always gods. Perhaps you simply haven't found them yet."