"The Sun Temple thanks you for your visit priestess, I hope you have recovered enough and that your journey is blessed." The priest's voice carried the calm coolness of shaded stone, a practiced gentleness that made the courtyard feel a measure quieter.
"Thank you, priest Uthman, we'll be heading to the capital as soon as possible." She inclined her head with the composed grace she had held since the gates, though the faint color at her cheeks betrayed that she was eager to be in motion again.
"Please don't do the same thing you did when coming to Gulim. Take a ship, a few of them are currently docked and without business, and they'll take you anywhere for just your blessed presence." He said. His hands folded into sleeves that scratched by design, a reminder of service over comfort.
