Faris sighed, ready to launch into an explanation of just exactly why it was disrespectful and also how could he not believe? But they were both saved when a priestess approached them, which thankfully distracted Aydan enough that he stopped poking at things! Really! Must he be so touchy?
She closed her eyes when the woman anointed her brow, and she dipped her head reverently.
"We seek assistance, holy one," she said at last, ignoring the way Aydan was basically drooling over the woman's breasts. She was seriously going to have to give a lecture on respect here soon, but not in front of the priestess. "My friend here--" It was easier to say friend than offer an explanation, and anyway, it was sort of true? "--is a bit banged up, and I, uh..."
She cleared her throat and adjusted the overcoat about her shoulders, shuffling her bare feet sheepishly. "I could use some clothes."
The priestess looked between them, one thin eyebrow arching, but she politely refrained from comment. Instead, turning gracefully, she motioned them to follow. "I'm sure we can do something for you."