When those foul unmentionables had stormed into the church, Sister James didn't know what to do with any of it. They scared her, and she wasn't exactly a formidable foe by any means. The complete opposite actually. And when they finally got to her room, she had all but scampered under the bed and hid there, though if they got in she wouldn't know what to do.
Thankfully she had one of those things with her that allowed her to find out where Silas was. He said he was coming to get her, but she wasn't sure where he was until she heard that sound of bodies falling, which only made her gasp and shake with worry. Worry that he was okay. Then the door crashed open and she scrambled out from under the bed in a fit of fright only to see him standing there, mostly naked but completely marked up.
"I... I.. I'm .. fine.. are you hurt?" He looked hurt. Those things were dead, really dead this time. But that didn't stop her from being scared. "Wha.. what.." she couldn't help but see what was circled around his thigh. Of course she knew what it was, but she didn't really get it. She wasn't in her robes either, and her hair was down. But that didn't matter much at the moment.