[Suzerain of Sheol]

Astra quirks a brow at the question. "She worships the Lord of the Dead. I'd as soon not know what exactly it was that brought me back. I've been assured I don't owe my soul to anyone, though."

Slowly recovering from the shock and exertion, Astra grapples with her hair, tying loose strands back from where they slipped free.

"I'm terribly sorry for that, by the way, I honestly forget about that effect on my jacket. Just be glad I didn't activate the other one." She carefully laces it back up, throwing a wry look at Godiva as she does. "Although, that armor of yours is so thick you might not have even felt the flames."