If having faith were easy, anybody could do it.

The chapel... a sanctuary that Johanna had made use of several times when she needed to be a little closer to god as she prayed. Whenever she felt unsure, she could always find comfort in the chapel grounds. Echoing footsteps could be heard as her heels clacked against the floor as walked slowly to the pews. She couldn't help but be disappointed to see how barren this holy place is... though given the hold of demonic influence on this island it should not come to any surprise. There was however one other person that she was able to spot, just starting their prayers. This brought a hopeful smile to Johanna's face... a reminder that that faith is not entirely lost in this place.

Johanna took a moment to observe Bertand, before quietly slipping to pew a bit further way from as to keep her intrusion to a minimum. Once seated, Johanna looked briefly to the alter as her fingers feel the cross of of the rosary that she carried with her. She then takes the cross to her forehead, then her chest, then shoulder to should as she mummers "In the name of the father, and of the son, and of the holy spirit... amen."

From there, Johanna lowers her head in reverence, her fingers shifting to the first bead of the Rosary and quietly rehearses the Apostles Creed.

"... through the same Christ our Lord. Amen." softly spoke Johanna, then finished with the sign of the cross. With her prayer concluded, she puts her rosary aside and sits up from her seat. As she does so, she sees the figure from earlier approach her just as she finished prayer. Polite of him to wait for her she thought as she turned to him to give him her undo attention.

"Likewise, it is humbling to another make use of this holy space. Its rare that I see another praying here though... perhaps I merely arrive at times when it quieter" suggested Johanna... in an effort to explain the lack of people here. She looked briefly to the empty pews, then turns to give Bertand a smile.

"It is kind of you to wait for me finish my prayer Bertand Nash. I am Johanna Deawon. Now may I be of service in some way?" asked Johanna as she gave Bertand a glance over. She couldn't help but notice how perfect his form was... so clean and blemish-free he was it was almost... unnatural. In any other setting Johanna may have been suspicious but her, she is at ease. Surely only the most godly of men and women would come to this place and so she did not think of him to be someone to be wary of.

"Oh, I am a recent arrival. I have only been here for only a couple of months so its a fair assumption to make. On most days I pray from my living quarters but occasionally I come here when I feel that I need to be closer to god's presence." admits Johanna after she had finished looking at all of the things that Bertrand was pointing out to her. Most of them times she has come here it was to pray for her brother's soul but... that was a conversation for her and God alone.

"As you presumed, I am indeed an angel... a humble servant of the Lord and one of the many guardians of the dominion of heaven." spoke up Johanna, as she rests a hand over her chest and gives Bertrand a single nod. As she head comes back up, puts her hands to her side gives him a faint smile.

"Now... any more things that you would like to ask? I would be more than happy to answer any more questions that you may have on you mind."

"Your father is angel?" inquired Johanna, perking up her eyebrows. Which relationships between angels and mortals was... frowned upon... it would be rude of her think of Bertrand any less. Just because he was the product of taboo doesn't mean that she judge him him a heritage that he had no control over.

"Well I am humbled that you are so honored for this chance meeting. You have nothing to apologize for." remarked Johanna, giving Bertrand a sincere smile "I myself am also happy to meet someone whom is also devout to their faith. To answer you question..."

Johanna paused, coming to earth has been... an experience to say the least. The regiment of academy life suited her fine as she was used to such structure back home. The pervasiveness of demons, the lack of faith in denizens, and her difficulties socializing with her peers has been quite a struggle for her in the months that she has been on this island. Then there was everything going on with her and her brother... which was part of the reason why she came to this chapel in the first place.

"... it has indeed been quite a shock. Its been... difficult for me to adjust. This place is... not how I expected. While I continue to persevere... I will admit that integrating myself on this island has been... a struggle for someone like me to say the least."

"You pray... for demons? Such prayers are wasted on- *sighs* well... if you wish for advice on demons I would say the best way to deal with them on this island is to not deal with them at all." advised Johanna, putting on a small frown when the conversation turned to subjects of demons. While she was careful not to speak too critically of them, it was clear in the strain on her voice she was restraining herself on her wording. She then bites on her lower lip, thinking for a moment on what else she could say before inquiring with Bertrand once more.

"How do you cope with them? The demons I mean. As an angel of heaven... its difficult for someone like me to tolerate their constant presence." admits Johanna, her composure more serious as she asks the half angel how it is for someone like him to be able to withstand their glaring presence. Even with having to attend "sensitivity" classes... she still only sees the worth of demons and their kin being anything less than dirt. While she has taken care to watch her words... right now with she felt that she can more freely express her opinions a little bit more openly with Bertand. Surely he can understand her.