"You have odd priorities," Aerin mutters. "Fine, we go to the temple. The High Cleric will hopefully have a better sense of priorities than you lot. You should stay with me," she tells the noble, "until you know why he tried to kill you and whether he has any accomplices. Ugh." She presses one hand to a claw-slash and glares at the unconscious assassin. "Stupid lions." She watches him carefully as they move, ready to hit him over the head if he shows signs of waking up.