He listened to the explanation, carefully filing it away to give to Keeshara later, along with the knowledge her daughter had survived. He thanked her for the explanation, before sitting down in the cubbyhole, and appearing to meditate, though in reality he was subtly getting a feel for the goddess, seeing how powerful she was. And the results, which he finally got as the final ceremonies ended, was a bit scary. She was a bit stronger than her mother, not by much, but had been badly hurt by the something and was still trying to heal from it, but the power from her few worshipers wasn't enough, and she couldn't heal the nasty wound to her torso's side or her right hind leg. He stood up, and stepped out of the cubby, leaning against the wall as he watched the priestess' head off, waiting for the acolyte, who had been waiting behind the eldest female, to notify her of his recovery.