<strong>Celesete Devonshire</strong><br/><br/>Celeste sat quietly through the whole reading, nodding slightly as the councilman made his way to whatever matters of import were that had him in such a hurry.  Likely as not something about an urgent appointment at a nearby tavern regarding an excess of ale that had to be dealt with.  He obviously did not care for her, so she felt no obligation to see any more noble motivations in the man than she would expect of any of the uneducated rabble about town.  One mob in a day was bad enough, but to have two of them, consisting predominately of the same persons, and both motivated by fear and lack of understanding, in a town overseen in part by a man with obviously similar leanings?  She could only hope that Kendra came to some manner of sense soon and moved somewhere more...cosmopolitan.  Where her fathers teachings and learning weren't so apt to get her exiled, mobbed or worse, at the very least.<br/><br/>The thought of being her a month though was...worrisome.  She had not made arrangements to be gone that long.  Mother would be worried sick and the temple would wonder what had become of her 'brief trip away for the funeral of a friend'.  To say nothing of her own concerns.  A month away from the temple would keep things...interesting.  Not in the, "new and exotic traveler come to temple" sort of interesting, but more in the temple physician looking at an injury and saying, "isn't that interesting?"  Keep the books away from ne'er-do-wells, return them to the university.  Simple enough task.  But one they couldn't complete for a month.  And, all the while, keeping the professor's daughter in tact and comfortable.  She did owe the professor a favor.  Not an insignificant one, at that.  More as a matter of personal view than necessarily of anything that he had expressly stated.<br/><br/>Her gaze quietly moved to the elf, watching her silently for a moment.  She was an unknown, much as Kendra was.  Obviously, she felt something rather intense regarding the professor, but she seemed to hedge about something or something<em>s</em>, but what she couldn't be sure about.  She seemed very on edge about something, but she couldn't fathom yet what it could be about.  An amused thought struck her on a whim, opening herself to the power of her blood for a moment, to sense for the presence of undead.  It was possible, however so unlikely, that such was what the elf was hiding, though it didn't appear so.<br/><br/>She glanced back between Kendra and Lilial a moment, then sighed softly.  "I will do as the professor asks.  Though I must send letters to Caliphas."  She glanced to the elf woman again, maintaining her blasé appearance and contemplating her in silence for the moment.