Ziotea glanced up at Father Oren's voice, but didn't bother to watch the exchange between him and Rose, instead looking over the beds to make sure no metal shards lingered where they might impale the unwary.  She felt only relief that the child had gone, and did not look up until she was addressed.  "A disagreement of opinion, and of faith," she said, returning most of her attention to her task.  "A few unpleasant and perhaps unkind truths.  Don't worry, I've no intention of overstepping the bounds of our welcome here."  She finished with the first bed and moved to the second.  "She thinks the forgotten remnant might be a better master than the one she already worships.  I think it's foolishness either way, but she can do as she likes."

She fell into silence until she was satisfied that she'd found all the stray bits of metal, tossing the handful of shards she'd gathered into the corner with the others, where they rang in a tuneless jangle.  "I have questions, Father Oren.  I've always had questions, but now...the things I understand are a tiny shelter against the blizzard of unknowns.  You realize, of course, that we're obligated to report them.  Report...all of this.  Except, if the Church knows she's here, as Essa claims, why did they let us come at all?  Should we not have been permitted in the first place?  If it was Leviathan's Aspect interfering, just how much of this was its doing, and what will the Church have to say about it?"  Ziotea frowned at the third cot and went to look that one over as well, just to have something to do with her hands.  "I can't imagine they'd be pleased with us, even if this was an Aspect's meddling.  I'm not sure I understand why the Church would leave Essa here but hide all mention of her -- and I can't think they'd want us knowing about her, if she's something they've tried to cover up.  There's a great deal the Church never tells us, of course, but it's never seemed like it would be an issue...until now."