The renewed storm gently shuts out the night and once again leaves the priest with a feeling of being cut off. Aestos mutely listens as the rain drops beat on the slick rocks outside. What are the gods playing at? Distracted, Aestos misses what Diconix says but nods in agreement when he is prompted. "Yes, it is quite so."<br/><br/>Leaning against the wall of the cave he feigns a yawn. With weary eyes he looks over to his friend and nods back down toward the lower reaches of the temple. "Diconix, do you mind going on ahead with Ariana? Perhaps you could continue discussing this matter of closer relations between our temples while I have a word alone with Priestess Cyrene. There are a few details about our mission I would like to talk over with her." One of those details was going to be guest quarters. He might have even suggested locks but ... no. He trusted his comrade would keep better sense than he would at the Temple of Dionysus. Aestos just prayed to Apollo the same could be said for himself.<br/><br/>Without meaning to his eyes drift back over to Cyrene. Set against the backdrop of the cave she was at once beautiful and dark in his eyes. Not unlike the Goddess Nyx herself he imagined. Only this was a woman, a priestess rather he corrected himself quickly. A priestess who held the fate of Thrace in her hands.