Sid grinned and chuckled softly, her smile pretty, though it revealed a few crooked teeth. "You sound like my brother. Zeke." She added, unsure if they knew Zeke here. "Only he twisted that comment a bit." Sid straightened, folded her arms, and leaned slightly sideways, as if to mock Zeke's posture. "Bet you know how to make men writhe in the bedroom, huh? Think you can teach my lady a thing or two?"
Snorting, Sid lowered her arms, shaking her head with amusement. 
Though, for a moment, guilt crossed her face. Her mind wandering over the pretty young girl who had made Zeke so happy, and who had fallen in the Ziadi raid. 

Pushing it aside, Sid grinned back at Myka. "But, I suppose we can be pretty scary. Envy says our minds just work differently. We watch a child trip, and the average person wonders if their shoe is untied or of something was in their way. We debate privately about muscular and skeletal abnormalities or underlying illnesses that could make them unstable." Really, it never shut up. She had plenty of theories about Rulitus and Zeke that she could never share, because her opinion on such matters was never requested. 

She stole a glance toward Myka again as she gathered supplies she wanted and moved back toward the initial tent. Myka followed, and she was a bit glad for that. Myka, though slight, was a sliver of familiarity, and suddenly finding herself in a new world, with patients who didn't know her, with maladies they seemed uncertain of, she could use a sliver of familiarity. 
"But you're right. I never would." Sid explained as she ducked back into the tent and set her armful down. She knelt for a few moments, applying and mixing in preparation. "Growing up with the others, you saw a lot of tears. A lot of broken hearts. I've had enough. So I'd rather mend and cheer up. There's enough cruelty without my adding to it. Its why I started training as a physician."

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Risa studied the statuette for a moment, then looked up at Kire as she let on she'd gone digging around Ziad for it. The question blossomed on her face without her prompting. [i]How was it?[/i] Her home, abandoned and left to crumble. Did she long for them back as they all longed to be there?
But the mention of the Kartaians made Risa give a short shake of her head in rejection. No, it would never be their home again.

"She've already agreed to speak with you." Risa said, turning and pacing her chamber. "Apparently having the ear of some off worlder has her quite excited." Risa's tone betrayed that she still didn't believe it. Or, if she did, she didn't understand why it made Kire special. With a turn of her head, she called toward one of the walls. "You may come in, now."

The wall shifted, one of the many bookshelves pushed outward to allow a figure so slip out of a secret passage. The priestess was older, perhaps in her early fifties. She was pale from years indoors, likely within the temple itself, though wrinkles touched her face regardless. She had brown hair speckled with grey pulled back into a neat bun, the crows feet on the corners of her deep brown eyes gave the impression of kindness, their slant indicative of smiles, rather than frowns. Her dress, a plain, woolen thing of muted gold-tan, was held around her waist by a plain rope. Part of its end was burnt, the frayed pieces charred black.
"This is Priestess Zeltzin. Priestess, this is-"
"Empress Akire." Zeltzin finished. She did, indeed, have a kind smile. "I know of you, of course. I am happy to meet you in person."
Risa looked utterly disappointed at the amiable greeting, hoping at least to have to 'request' that the priestess listen to Kire's strange favour. 
Zelzin's warm gaze fell upon the statuette. She asked no questions, but looked pleased with Kire's find. "I am aware Her Warmth has graced your world. How may I be of service to her through you?"