Ada brought her aqua hued eyes to Wroe's giving a gentle reassuring smile as her short black hair lightly swayed in the delicate wind. Despite her seemingly docile and happy persona her body ached from the illness that had plagued her. Yet she wouldn't allow that to dampen Wroe's hopes in saving her, She knew her dear friend couldn't be stopped once his mind was made up. Wroe in Ada's eyes had always been a stubborn yet sweet and devoted man in any task he was given or set for himself. In truth she held envy for his passionate vigor and constant diligence. The fact that he had brought her so far from their home was a marvel in and of itself.
As they approached the temple an odd ominous feeling swept over Ada. This ancient place brought both fear and curiousity out in Ada. Drifting her gaze over the intricate stone designs across it's walls and taking in the rather artistic details. Ada always appreciated art when given the opportunity because it was so hard to come across back in the village. "This place is beautiful.." she said holding amazement in her tone.