Sid grinned oddly, her lips pressed thin into a sort of grimace. "Yeah. He's not really the same anymore. He's lost two, now. Women who made him happy, I mean. That, and the injury he has, I'm not advanced enough to really do much, so." She shrugged sadly, going silent as she focused on her work. Zeke was so much less warm now. While Sid still saw pieces of the old Zeke on his better days, that was still all she was seeing. The 'old' Zeke. 

Working, she gently rubbed the salve and aloe on the burns, mindful of the blisters. She wrapped it gently, speaking kindly as she relayed instructions, such as not to scratch or do anything abrasive, or it would scar badly. Magic-given burns were not so different than normal burns in terms of care, at least. These ones appeared to hold no special properties. 

As Myka offered to gill her in more properly, Sid glanced over her shoulder from the patient she was currently working on. "Somehow, I feel like you mean more than the burns and trances." She sighed, bending over her work again. A smaller burn, less time. She stood, rinsing her hands before moving to the next one. As she knelt, she looked back over Myka curiously. 
She said she was a fighter, and she could see that. She had the body for it. Well toned. She carried herself in a way that declared she was fit and light on her feet. Quit similar to Zeke and Ysaryn. More Zeke, though. Ysaryn carried herself in a whole different way. "I'm not really sure what happened in my own world that brought our acquaintances together. But I know it was something unnatural. Is this like that? The trances? The .. whatever made your tone sound the way it did?"

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Risa looked between the two women, clearly unhappy that she was currently being ignored in her own domicile. It grew worse when Priestess Zeltzin turned her face toward her. "May we trouble you for some tea, your Grace?"
Nostrils flaring over the idea of serving others, Risa forced a polite smile and slide across the floor to step outside. Beyond the door, her voice carried as she called for a servant.
Zeltzin looked satisfied with their temporary peace. Her smile only brightened. "The Sun Goddess, much like the sun that she corrals across the sky, seeks those who would benefit from her warmth." She gestured with her arms to demonstrate the sun's rays cascading downward. "Those who are yet unaccustomed to her touch will not see clearly for a while. It takes some adjusting, I fear. Consider it like dwelling in the dark for all your life, and suddenly stepping outside into the sunlight."

Risa stepped back in, sweeping with a bit of a hurry in her step, as if she didn't want to be left out of the conversation. Her eyes darted between the two, as if demanding to know what was said. Zelztin, of course, did not indulge her. "New exposure can be uncomfortable, but with the correct tithes, the visions will clear."
Shortly after Risa, a servant girl, a fairly pretty faced thing of about fourteen entered, carrying a tray of teacups that didn't quite match. Purchases from the nearby town, presumably. The kettle steamed, and a small arrangement of baked biscuits sat on a small saucer. Risa kept her mouth shut, but looked minutely displeased about having to share her precious snacks. 

The priestess gestured to the statuatte Kire had brought in, studying it like a mother reunited with a beloved child. "I would know that anywhere. She used to sit in the lower chambers, watching us as we worked on our tomes. You have been inside the temple?"