"Not yet, no," Arialla answered Melita, her smile a bit strained. She'd been putting off talking to Safrin again, actually. Nominally, she was waiting to find a good offering; in truth, she was a bit nervous about the whole prospect -- she felt like she needed a better idea of what she wanted before bothering the goddess with another vague cry for help. So she'd somehow let a whole season slide by without returning to Safrin's shrine, as she'd said she would do after LongNight, and that had added another anxiety to the pile: now she feared Safrin would be angry that she'd waited so long.
"Are you all right, Milo?" Arialla asked, spotting blood. He seemed to have it handled, but she stood ready to help if he needed it -- her role as the priestess of a healer god had given her a bit of experience treating small wounds.
When she saw something shiny in the debris, however, Arialla got a bit distracted. It could just be a piece of rubbish glass or metal, she knew, but no harm in finding out -- she picked her way carefully through the debris to investigate the object.
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Arialla's going to check out that shiny thing! She's also willing to take a look at Milo's injury if he wants her to.
please don't take my sunshine away
