Myrasyn's ears twitched beneath her hood while Isveth kept her eyes peeled, taking all the mannerisms of the Holy Son in without judgment.
Felicity watched the couple from where she stood, smiling, completely unbothered by the public groping happening in front of her.
Alexios looked at his daughter. Then at the Villain's hand openly kneading his woman's rear inside a cathedral. Then back at his daughter, who had such a mild reaction to it.
'Just what,' the King of Vraven thought slowly, 'did that fucker make my daughter see during the months he had her?'
Both arch priestesses watched the Primordial Villain fondle his governor inside a cathedral, and no amount of theological training had prepared either of them for this.
"What a weird creature you are, Quinlan Elysiar..." Velara whispered, her face begging for divine patience. "I'll never get used to you..."
Elisabeth did not share her endurance.
