Ana & Cat & Open
Ana followed her deeper into the tent, happy to be out of the line of fire, though she still wanted to go and claw some faces off. Still. She also didn't fancy getting shot with silver and winding up dead.
She nodded as Katherine spoke. "Sometimes I wish Kennet would just be straight with us," she sighed. "At least we'd know what was going on, even a little. And there are children out there! Innocent people who've done nothing wrong. Do they even care?"
She caught the necklace as Catherine tossed it to her, placing it around her neck and looking at the medallion. St. Jude. Her mother and abuela had taught them the prayers for the saints, and even though she hadn't said any in years, they still stuck with her.
"Ruega por mí, que soy tan miserable. Haz uso, te imploro, de ese privilegio particular que se te ha otorgado, para que te ayude con rapidez y visibilidad, donde la ayuda casi se desesperaba."