You rarely see her falter or unsure because every day she holds herself straight-backed and vigilant, arms at the ready to smite her enemies with the might of her god. But at times when she thinks she is alone or no one is looking, you see her gaze stretching far away to planes unknown, and you know she thinks of before. Before she got turned into a statue, before the world she knew was no more, before she woke up decades later, in a world which for all intents and purposes was alien. Mayhap she thinks of friends or family, of distant acquaintances and chance meetings, of people she remembers but never really knew. Mayhap she thinks they are all dead.
And then she shakes herself and turns back to you, and throws herself in battle with the name of Tempus on her lips.
And you think that, perhaps, if she is so touchy about her god, it is because he is the only thing she has left.