"You know the inn isn't<i>inside</i>the temple, right?" the priest stopped to look at her again, confused why she was following him after he thought he'd made it so clear that he wasn't going to make her stay inside the temple. He thought back to the medallion and how ruthless some pantheons could be to their own members, wondering briefly if this was deeper than he'd thought. Did she have a radius she had to stay within? That would fucking suck and there's no denying that.<br/><br/>His memory briefly flashed back to another woman in his history. Another Sanzo priest forced to watch the battle on demon madness from within the confines of a barrier of her own creation. The seething frustration that blossomed from her every action as she cursed herself for sealing her own fate in this way. Or at least, that's what she'd believed, though it was less that and more that it wasn't her task. She was antsy. Ready to charge in at the Sanbatsushin's order, but it never came. And the more he thought about it, the more parallels he could draw between Laelia and Sharak.