"I had hoped that he would know me better than that by now." Ayrie sighed, laughing a little at his reaction. She stood, her side and shoulder twinging only slightly as she had recently taken something for her pain. "I will return later, Fathers. I need to find him."

She had put on a simple outfit that morning, a flowing yellow skirt and top that allowed her wounds to breathe. Following in the simple trend her hair was in a bun behind her neck, with tendrils falling around her face. As she walked outside she called after him, hoping he would slow down so she could catch up and not make her chase him all the way to the main temple.

"It's okay!" She yelled, "Slow down dammit, I'm injured!"