A man had been in her temple. Delaena shook her head and drew a deep breath, pushing her hands down on the surface of the altar. She spoke the same words she'd already repeated over and over again until the shadow and echo of him was erased. Then she knelt behind it and rested her head against the cool stone. The air was still afire, lit with some burning excitement that Delaena had never sensed before. It intrigued her, but the priestess was... less of a warrior than her kin. Still...<br/><br/>She called the winds and felt them wind their way around her. Feeling her powers in such a way was reassuring to her. She wasn't helpless- if anything happened, she was more than able to defend herself. A small smile curled up the corner of her lips. The priestess rose and brushed her fingertips over the surface of the altar. She opened a small door near the back of the temple and walked into her sleeping quarters. It was hardly a luxurious room, furnished with only a bed and a washbasin. It was enough.