[log: antique store - daniel/claire/louis]
Was she ready for this discussion?
Credo in unum Deum, Patrem omnipotentem, factorem caeli et terrae, visibilium omnium et invisibilium.
Claire was not particularly looking forward to this meeting. The number of protection rituals she had performed was disconcerting. She oozed magic with every step, thick as honey and twice as sweet, emanating sanctuary with very her presence. Fear was not a common emotion in her repertoire and today was no different, but she was uncomfortable with walking into the unknown. Louis may have sounded perfectly reasonable over the forums, yet in-person interaction tended to be much different.
Daniel joining them was an ease to her mind. She trusted him more than she should, all things considered, but she understood that an additional body there may help keep certain warnings from coming to fruition. If there was anything awkward there, she was ignoring it masterfully.
Deum de Deo, Lumen de Lumine, Deum verum de Deo vero, genitum non factum, consubstantialem Patri; per quem omnia facta sunt.
She was a being of faith before all, and in show of good faith Claire came unarmed. Her spear was warded and protected back home, and any other weapons were conspicuously missing. After all, she had promised Daniel she wouldn't, but she made no such promise about the wards and spells she cast upon herself.
Et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum, et vitam venturi saeculi. Amen.
Warmth filled her body at the close of the prayer, her head held high. He was with them. There was nothing to fear.
There was little else she could do to prepare more. So, to answer the question we began with, yes. She was ready.
"Hello," her smile shared with Louis was fluid and effortless, bordering on serene in spite of the circumstances. However, for a scion of the church, she appeared more as a homeless hipster given her eclectic style of dress. And for a warm summer night? Her heavy army coat, thick leggings, and worn knit gloves were quite out of place.
"Thank you," she stepped inside and slipped her coat off. The interior pockets rattled soft with glass upon glass, ritual components brought just in case, but nothing was readied with intent to use. And if he were expecting some show of holy symbol, there was not a single cross or triquetra anywhere to be seen on her. (Let's not discuss what is in her pockets.)
She'd follow where he went, as her eyes couldn't help but take in some of the store's items they passed. "I am sorry for the wait. Have you been well?"