Thursday, too, had opted for the Sun Room instead. Despite Joffy's best efforts, she'd never been one for religion in general. And anyway, the Great Panjandrum's - jurisdiction, for lack of a better word - probably didn't extend into the Outland.

At the moment, she wasn't feeling particularly charitable toward whatever gods were out there at the moment. She hadn't even made it into the asylum proper, for GSD's sake! And if Dairine had been hurt, she'd never forgive herself - but that train of thought was quickly derailed when she saw the girl, apparently uninjured, seated on a couch.

It seemed she was praying or meditating or at least thinking deeply. Trying to hide her relief, Thursday sat down nearby, thankful at least that both of them had managed to escape the chimera unscathed.