Ayrie had stayed up all night, talking with the priests and deciding on the best course of action. She knew that Asran hated Astoria, and although she knew that she herself was a different person, her soul had committed a terrible act against him. The priests had tried to sway her from her decided course of action, but they couldn't stop her. Even only half trained as she was, she was more powerful than anyone in the Church- and had decided to separate herself from it in a way that would never be forgiven. She had recalled the spell that controlled Asran's curse, and how to remove it, and she planned to do just that as soon as she was powerful enough. The priests had eventually given in to her reasoning, and remained on the promise that they would help her in any way they could, including keeping the Church at bay as long as they could.

When the knock sounded at the door, Father Gerrick -now as spry as a thirty year old thanks to Nadia- jumped up to answer it, revealing Asran on the other side. Ayrie smiled at him, though her eyes were still red and puffy from all the crying she had done during the night. She recalled the feelings that Astoria had had for him so long ago, the love and then the feeling of betrayal when she thought he had hurt those people. She knew she had to tell Asran the truth.

"Hello, Asran. That is Father Gerrick, and this is Father Darrin." She said brightly, shifting in her seat to hide her nerves. She was terrified that even if she swore to dispel his curse that he would still revert to hating her once she revealed the truth to him. "They were accosted by Wrath last night, but a mystery woman came to their rescue and we are protected, for now."

She showed him the ring, but didn't mention Nadia, as she was unsure whether he knew Nadia's true identity. The priests had told her that the Seven Lights had fallen out of touch with each other over the years since Astoria had died, having never truly been a group to begin with. Nadia was the only one alive who was alive when Astoria was, and presumably the only one who knew what had really happened.