That otherworldly stillness only serves to reaffirm what Koudelka already knows, that though this girl may appear human from a distance, she is distinctly not— perhaps some part of her is, or even parts, the vistana thinks to herself as her gaze roves over the carefully powdered stitches, but there is something much more to her.

Her gaze narrows; she studies Vasilka for several long moments as though she had not been the one to so abruptly demand an answer from a complete stranger. The mention of the Abbot draws her attention towards the abbey itself, just for a moment, before she turns it back to the girl in question.

"I don't know that the Abbot would have much to say to someone like me," she says at last, matter-of-fact. "You're from the abbey, then."

The pain in her head is steadily growing to a crescendo. She doesn't feel evil when she looks at this girl, focuses her power, but she does feel death.