Celara nods along quietly as Brother Cadrick hushes the inquisitive pair asks about the attack. "That is more or less what I was told as well," she whispers after the priest's warning. "Whoever's behind this seems content to let things be so long as we don't speak of it, but nobody knows who 'they' are. Just don't go around blabbing about it and you should be fine."<br/><br/>When Abby and Ter'ra wander off, the half-elemental rests her hands atop her swollen belly and watches them head off. "Better be careful, Cadrick, or you might run out of food before the next harvest with so many big eaters around," she teases, trying to lighten the mood now that talk of the attack has passed. Rather than continue on the route that they'd been on when leaving the room, though, Celara continues to stand there and idly rub her stomach as she thinks. The idea of taking part in the spells that were being used to grow the temple's bountiful crop had never occurred to her until the other women brought it up, but now she can't get it out of her mind. With a slightly pleading look she glances over to her companion and asks, "You wouldn't be too offended if I meet you at the baths in a minute, would you? I want to see what the answer they get is, and then I'll be right with you."