She pushed the doors open to the Sanctuary open and headed towards the Temple on the grounds. As she cast off the cloak she'd brought with her, she reveal her full Priestess Vestments complete with the Crimson sash about her hips, and the Temple Keeper and High Priestess brooch at her shoulder.

The breeze did not stop inside the Sanctuary walls as she walked around the little private temple. Her eyes glued to the foundation looking for that one particular spot.

Her tattooed hands reached not for her swords, but a weapon of a different sort. Under the overcast skies, Jenai pulled forth all her passion, faith, and strength into a single blow of a large sledge hammer to the small buildings wall, the collision sending stone and dust into the silence.

The hammer laid now on the grown as she ran her hands over the stones, searching until she cleared a few away from the shattered corner. Without word, she lifted one. A single stone from the pile and carried it in both arms to the cloak she shed, there she bundled it with care, love, and lifted the cloak as a make shift sling to her back.

The mark of Scathach could now be seen upon the cloak as she walked out of the sanctuary walls and out of sight.