She'd never questioned Cassandra's faith. Been envious of it at times, but never questioned it. She knew she was a woman of strong convictions and it was humbling to think that she held her so highly. Elareth had never been comfortable being seen as a holy figure but when it was someone like Cassandra, she was more at ease with it than she believed she could be.

It was also an incredible amount of pressure.

As tired and demoralized as she felt, she knew she couldn't let her friend down so she let her hand tighten on her staff once again as she led them both into the heavy trees she was wanting to use to mask their movements.

"... you know, I was never comfortable with this role. Being the Herald, I mean."