FREYA
I take a moment to ponder it. Victoria isn't entirely wrong. It's better if the high priestess does it but her own words confirm that her senior attendant can as well do it.
"We will stay the night," I finally decide, using my Luna voice that does not get argued with. "If the priestess is recovered by morning, she can perform the rite herself but if she is not," and I look at the grey exhausted woman in the bed, "then we will accept her attendant's hands with gratitude, and trouble her no further. The boy will be blessed before we leave this temple."
Victoria's mouth tightens, just at the corners, just for a breath and she nods in acceptance.
“The blessing is the goddess's, after all.” I think it as I say it, watching Victoria not like the plan. “The priestess is a conduit and no
