Leela Steading
Leela stared at the knight, her face unreadable as he shushed her. She chose not to speak more, figuring Mateo would be more likely to persuade the knights than she could if they knew who he was. Besides, he must be a diplomatic enough fellow to be positioned in a station where he would be the first to greet important people coming in through the East gate. It was clear to the princess by this point that she was not as charming and diplomatic as she had been back in her own world, considering the fact that "wishes" being granted had most likely been the only reason she had gotten as far as she had since arriving in the Orthodoxy.
Luckily, putting her faith in Mateo's diplomatic skills turned out to have been a good decision. She gave a smile of appreciation to the saluting knights as she followed the bishop inside. She was surprised at the sudden change in lighting. It was definitely not what she had expected upon entering a part of the Grand Cathedral. When they came across the knight seated at the table inside, she gave him a nod of acknowledgement as she continued to follow Mateo past him.
Feeling eyes watching her, Leela could not help but to look around at the occupants of the prison cells as the passed. She could feel the unpleasant sensation of her heart sinking as she saw the conditions of them. But surely, there was a good enough reason that they were in prison and being treated like this... She moved closer to Mateo so that she could speak to him quietly, hoping the demihumans ears would not pick it up, but doubting their footsteps and the sounds the prisoner's made were loud enough to cover it up.
"I cannot help but notice the amount of demihuman prisoners there are." She muttered to the bishop. "Are they really such a dangerous race that there are this many of them in prison?"