Unlike either of the other attendants to this ceremony, the small priestess was not bowed as he arrived. Instead, she waited until his footsteps had borne him forth to the freshened air. She swept a deep and graceful curtsy, bowing her head much in the way he'd seen her do before now. She stood straight to hear his words, her lips pursing. "Your nose is very sensitive, my lord. I had not realized it would be so. Let me fix this for you." A wave of her hand sent the entropic energies swirling for only a handful of seconds, before they winged away the scent of the blood and death that lingered from the sacrifices. It was the same thing she did every time she did such a ritual, but it came directly before she left, typically. Bodies, remaining fluids and all other evidence that had stained the stone crimson were gone, much like the carrion they had been.
"Sacrifice was necessary for your rebirth. It is done, and you are once more whole and here. It has been a good night." She stripped the black robe from her form, taking with it any of the possibility that the scent lingered upon her. It vanished with a gesture as she stepped toward the lord daintily. She remained out of his direct sphere of personal space, her hands folded in front of her. "My lord, please meet my little sister. The dragon of flame I spoke to you about. Homura, remain kneeling, and address my lord the way I have taught you." For now, the boy was ignored. It was yet another test, a test of his wisdom and humility.