Her eyes widen at the implications. It sounds almost like an argument between brothers - one she has no wish to get in the middle of, because these Brothers don't fight fair and smiting is not the way she wishes her life to go.

But there isn't much she can say. That sounds almost like a Command, and Brigid is nothing, if not obedient. "Yes, St. Raphael." Her faith isn't shaken. Not at all. It's just difficult to not cower in the face of such complete authority in front of her.