Kire was quiet as she listened to Risa and Zeltzin. She took the teacup and drank from it, still quiet, until she set the cup back down. “Very well.” She looked back at the priestess. “I—appreciate the offer. I will need to consult with my people how best to go about this. As you can imagine, we’ve all been taken by surprise by the Goddess’…blessing.” As she spoke, her eyes on Zeltzin’s hands, her mind pictured a priest or priestess writhing in flame. What kind of worshipper would willingly feed themselves to a fire? And how could these two women speak about it so plainly, like it was nothing more than offering flowers to an altar? Given how the priestess’s smile flickered for the first time since their conversation began, Kire had a feeling even they knew their Goddess wasn’t all warmth and sunshine. “Once I have conferred with my fellow Amrians, I will make arrangements for this temple. My thanks for convening this meeting, Your Grace,” she said as she rose, giving a nod to Risa, “Priestess Zeltzin. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” 

She made her way back to where she had left Gavin and where Ysaryn had told her to come back. The lad was sitting cross-legged, deep in his thoughts, his gaze seemingly on the other artefacts from the Ziad temple, but not really looking at them. The moment Kire approached, Gavin snapped out of it, gazing up at her. “What did you talk about?”
Kire huffed. “Looks like I will have to build a temple in Solaralai’s honor in Amria. Like a beacon for the Goddess. It’ll help the new worshippers see more clearly, the priestess said.”
Gavin frowned. “Seems kinda simple. Too simple.”
“Nothing is ever simple with gods,” Kire murmured. “With not much to go on, I don’t have better options yet. If this gets us closer to helping my people and getting Envy back, I’ll take it, but—it feels like letting her get a foot in through the door. Once that happens, it would be hard to close it.”