Larksong Grotto wicked beasts and idle bellies

hosannah's face contorted with disgust, knowing full well who he spoke of. no, she corrected with haste, baring a level of aggression and irritation that had previously been reserved for the others of the grotto; thus far reek had done nothing to warrant it, but perhaps now he had truly committed a crime so foul that she could not trust him. you are their shepherd alongside me; you are a priest. it is not the will of Raas that draws you to such unclean acts. it is not your purpose to take wives, but to find husbands for these women. the lecture was swift and without much explanation, and as hosannah speaks she paces to and fro, and halts before him in the end. i command you - by the will of Raas - that you will cease this foolishness. you will find a true husband for vuk, and i shall cleanse you of her touch. it is the only way. this was a very serious offence, one that she hoped he would understand. her words were vitriol until she spoke of cleansing, at which point she softened, but did not budge an inch physically.