When the middle-aged priest disappeared into the hallways, Elora turned to the clueless but still-smiling young priest.
"Don't you feel uncomfortable with his touch?" she asked, a hint of probing in her tone.
The priest tilted his head slightly in confusion. He found her question strange, but he answered nevertheless.
"I do feel strange, but the head priest said it's the normal way the servants of the Lord of Light get along."
His tone was filled with innocence and trust. He genuinely believed it was simply part of their training to become closer to the Lord of Light.
Elora's eyes stung at the young man's innocence.
It was like watching a rabbit walk into a den of wolves, completely unaware that it was their prey.
She didn't know how to explain the danger to this young man, who seemed to have complete trust in the people around him.
