Asran watched Ayrie run. Feeling like a ginormous idiot, of course she didn’t have any say in coming here. Her elders said go so she came, because she wasn’t as strong as them. It was often that way with holy churches, or really any churches in general. He needed to apologize to her for being such an ass. But, how? He motioned Markus over to him quickly. 
“I need you to do something for me. Teach her magic, don’t tell her I sent you. Tell her whatever reason you want,” Asran said quietly. Markus looked shocked at his lord. Only for Asran to shoot him a serious look. “As you wish,” he said. Markus was one of the very few that knew Asran was actually lord Gluttony. 
Now that Asran had her teacher prepped to give her power. To ensure that she had more choices of her own. To allow her to truly protect this city from her church. He now needed to do something that looked like him actually apologizing. But, what? He doubted she wanted to see him right now.