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Petra nodded and entered the chapel. Like in Cheydinhal it was empty. The healers must be in the Undercroft or off in the city. This gave Petra a few precious minutes alone with her saviour.

"Kaizen..." She began, taking a deep breath, a pained look flickering across her face for a brief moment.

"Can I..." She was interrupted as a priest finally appeared from the Undercroft.

I'll ask him later...

"Do you need blessed my children?" The Priest asked with a kind smile.

"No..." Kaizen replied quietly.

"I need my shoulder healed sir..." Petra said weakly.

"Oh! Of course! Give me two minutes and I'll bring some potions up for you. For a small donation of course..."

Petra rolled her eyes as the priest vanished into the undercroft again. She sat down in one of the pews with a quiet groan and looked over the Argonian, thinking about the other night again.

"Do you have any septims to donate?" She mumbled with a happy exhale.