Johanne immediately silenced her cries and let herself be embraced. She shivered and grabbed the wrist of Gwendolen, pursing her lips. Her eyes wide, she looked up towards the priest; her concealed resentment for the church flashing in her eyes. Standing, Johanne cleared her throat and brushed off her dress. "Thank you all," she said, gulping and holding her head down. Dependent on the kindness of people, she chose to follow these strangers. Who for some reason, chose to protect. She attempted to clear her mind, rubbing the soreness in her wrists, whispering yet another thanks.