Aestos remains silent while the priestesses answer Diconix's wise question about their story. Most of the priests Aestos knew had no concept of sacrifice or been reviled by those around them. Priests saw themselves as being raised up by the people they served. Yet here were women, no less holy, who helped the same villagers who would might have trampled them underfoot. His opinion of the priestesses raised a notch.<br/><br/>"We would be more than happy to assist your temple in any way, should you want us. It is the least we can do." Aestos was starting to feel ill at ease with just how comfortable his companion was becoming. While Aestos did not have their host's divine gift for prophecy he could foresee trouble with Diconix being so close to to the cloistered women.<br/><br/>"Priestess Cyrene, Priestess Ariana. When we arrived I thought I saw a statue to your goddess just outside the temple entrance. We were too much in a hurry to pay our respects but I was wondering if you might lead us back there so we could honor your goddess. Of course that is only under the condition that you stay inside or carry your skiadeion while we offer a prayer of thanks to Nyx for gracing us with such hospitality." He leaves off the convenient effects that a cold shower will have on the two men. Even he was beginning to feel a growing feeling of warmth from being so near the matchless women.