Arialla suspects Raza of a bit of impatience with her explanation, her rationalization, and that's fair. Nobody made Arialla swear allegiance to Safrin, even if people did tell her to go speak to the goddess. That's a hole that Arialla dug herself, and if it came to war, she'd just have to lie in it.
At Raza's suggestion, Arialla's mouth quirks in a wry smile. "Gods never seem to be able to settle their disputes without dragging mortals into them. Though I've no doubt that if the Old Gods could simply strike the Voice and her followers from the face of Caido, they would."
And then there's Raza's question, which makes Arialla blush, though she finds herself more tempted to confide in Raza than she would have expected. "It's a bit personal, but he, um ... reshaped my body. To look more the way I wanted."
Phrasing it that way makes her sound shallow, Arialla realizes, but she doesn't want to get into the details of her gender with Raza. She probably should have just stopped at "it's personal." Too late now, but she hurried to the next question: "That's not Apollo's area specifically, though I suppose one might view it as a form of medicine."
please don't take my sunshine away
