Aevala stood firm, watching the crone shoulders sink as her opinion was resounded by Adija. Glad for the support, Aevala felt the feelings of the crowd shift. Shouts for a wedding and dancing filled the air and an announcement is sounded that the wedding will continue. She smiles, glad to see that the evening would have no more unnecessary blood shed, at least from her hands.<br/><br/>Aevala watched the crowd disperse to join in the festivities as the bride sister’s rushed to her and planted a kiss on her cheek. Aevala happily returned a kiss to her other cheek as the young Sarista thanked her. “Enjoy,” was all Aevala was able to say before the girl ran off into the sea of celebrating Sarista. She smiles and turn to the others, listening to Adija and Salaris as she continued to express her desire to strip the priest of his purity. Though, as she heard Adija say: “There are, I am told, means by which women can...er...perform, as the male partner…” her jaw dropped.