It was hard to miss the very loud prayer coming from one of her favorite people. She often heard the prayers of the other islanders, and they were easy enough to ignore. Especially since she didn't like most of them. But Rory she did like. He was like having a brother all over again. Something she missed terribly.
So it was no hardship to teleport right behind him. "I know I'm not as pretty as your Father, but I hope that I can help in some very small way." At least she could try to be a source of comfort. Snapping her fingers she brought up a pile of fluffy pastries. Which was easy enough with the Paris door open, she didn't so much have to create them from nothingness as she had to teleport them from one place to in front of them.