[L'Arachel opens her eyes at the sound of her name, and since it seems that Saint Walker's interruption is meant to signal a break in meditating, she allows herself to move again. And promptly folds her arms. So it wasn't a test of her spiritual fortitude after all? How disappointing.]

I was proving a point. Focus on remaining still, you said. And did I not do so, in spite of your dreadfully rude attempt to distract me? Have I now proven to you that I am capable of an impressive degree of focus?

[Or an impressive degree of stubbornness. But they're meant as rhetorical questions--obviously the only acceptable answer is 'yes'. She reaches for her jacket and seats herself on it once again, satisfied that she's gotten her message across.]

If you have now learned better than to doubt me, we may continue.