With a grunt, Arha caught a ridged wall with her fingertips and clung to it as she heard Sheeana call out. Communing with the dead. She let out a wild bark of laughter and swallowed the next one into silence, stuffing the flare of momentary panic into the back of her mind. She was supposed to be a Reverend Mother. Calm. Resolute. Unruffled.

Leto II's presence, however unreal and completely out of the blue, had shredded that. Her fingers dug into a groove for a moment as she wiped her expression clean and carefully shoved herself in Sheeana's direction.

"I was not communing," Arha said and despite it all, the edges of her voice bore strain. "But I may have been thinking much too hard on a certain matter." A hand curled into a fist at her side.