Strength, and hope was coursing it's way through the woman as she remained in his embrace. His touch was familiar, yet foreign. Only one other being had ever given her that feeling, and that was an obvious one. The words he murmured did not fall on deaf ears, ears visibly perked at the familiar language lost to modern times, and the ever growing use of English.
Mary would have melted into him if she could, but... she couldn't. Lips finally parted to expel a sigh, as her gaze flickered to look up at him. "I'm trying..." Her voice was soft, sweet, and incredibly calming and soothing to mortal's ears. "but every time that I think I can swallow back whatever this is my stomach knots, and somersaults and attempts to remind me that I was once a sinner." Mary didn't know the source of her plight, but she knew it couldn't be anything good, or God willing.
"What is it? What is the source of this sickening sensation? Why is rushing through me and attempting to pick at my guilt?" Mary knew exactly the feeling, it felt like every single emotion that she's harbored for so long was attempting to tear her open. Those seven deadly sins that the Son of Christ cast out of her body left her scarred for life. Those feelings, and actions would be forever embedded in her as a memory of what could happen. But why were they tearing her apart now? In her memory couldn't recall a single time in the past that would make her suffer like this. She needed to know from a higher power why she felt like this.