Through a veil (Any healers?)

The male lowered himself in a submissive posture, though it was not as fluid as her other members, with a stiff, almost painful demeanor. The priestess walked over to the man, looking over at his shoulder, noting both the injury and the quick look the initiate gave her. She ignored the latter; she got plenty of those and they did not mean much to her anymore, especially not now, when she had children to worry about.

He flattered her first - buttering her up - before asking his question. He would be perfect here, perhaps even as an assassin or spy, but only if he leaned that she did not require flattery to disclose information. "I am the healer," she said, her voice soft after not being used in a few days. "Can I get a better look at that shoulder wound, hm?"