The Temple of Light was busy during midday hours, supplicants coming and going while priests moved through halls with purposeful efficiency. Raze and Mariabel navigated to the cultivation wing where Elizabeth typically worked, found her organizing medical supplies in a preparation room with her usual gentle efficiency.
"Lord Dragonheart, Lady Valtee," she greeted them with pleasant surprise, her golden eyes warm and welcoming. "I wasn't expecting you today, did you need to schedule another session?"
"Actually we need to speak with you about something else," Raze said carefully, keeping his voice low and glancing around to ensure privacy. "Something private and potentially sensitive regarding your charity work."
Elizabeth's expression shifted immediately, the pleasant warmth becoming more guarded and professional. "I'm not sure what you mean, perhaps you should speak with a senior priest if you have concerns about Temple operations or outreach programs."
