She startled for a moment when someone moved into the room, and cleared his throat. Her eyes widened and her fingers went swiftly to her mother's rosary. Her lips uttered a silent prayer, more out of shock than anything else. "Aye, it is I," returned Mary softly, her dark eyes taking in the appearance of the man in front of her. Man? Was that what she could call this thing before her?
He said the same title as the man over the journals and her eyes fell instantly to the rosary in his hand. She could tell, just by glancing at it, that it was one that the man had used before. "Sir Wagner?" she greeted quietly, the fear there in her eyes. Her mind told her that she had to stay, however, despite this man's appearance.
He was the same kind man who she'd spoken with and he'd warned her exactly of his appearance. It didn't help her fear, but she was determined to stay here and learn more about this man.