Looking around the room, Timea let out a blissful sigh, noticing the lack of sound in the space upon doing so. Now aware of the lack of sound, Timea took a couple of steps back, up the stairs, noticing the sound returning when she moved far enough away. With a look of confusion, Timea went back and forth between the room, and the place where sound could be made again, not sure what to make of it, but guessing the explanation would be "the gods did it".
Walking into room again, Timea walked further into it, and approached one of the crystal walls, while inhaling the pleasant scents of the vegetation. At the wall, Timea lightly ran her fingers over it, thinking she could spent days in the room. These thoughts then turned to Sibylla waiting for her, and that she thus couldn't linger as much as she'd want to.
Blowing a mute sigh, Timea approached one of the pilgrims. If they didn't look up as Timea approach, she would lightly tap them on the shoulder. In this case, even with the light tap, the pilgrim would likely feel the finger was a lot more massive then it looked.