Porrim becomes aware of a presence at her side for the fourth time this evening, this one careful to make enough noise that she hears him coming. She looks up and over her shoulder to find Initiate standing there, looking oddly contrite. She makes sure to give him a smile--she finds that things like smiles tend to set her Tributes at ease.

"I can imagine, from the way you've described her to me." She gestures up at the image. "And yet, they make her look so lovely and peaceful there. Two sides to every story, aren't there?"