He's done eventually. He looks up and sees her and is briefly startled. 

"You're dismissed," he says.

She blinks at him.

She kind of had questions but apparently she's dismissed.

After a couple seconds she stands up to go. She takes the letter.

He should have dismissed her earlier instead of making her sit there for an hour of praying but he is not really interested in admitting more failures here. 

He waits for her to leave.

She heads back to her rooms dispiritedly. 

Any servants around?

Zakiya is cleaning. The alter has her requested deities, now, and a little stone with the constellations carved into it which could be Desna's but is not obviously so.

She stares at it for a bit.

"Thank you."

"Hmm? - oh, of course. Are you all right? Do you know where there's healing -"

"I'm not injured. Just - spent an hour waiting to talk to my husband and then got summarily dismissed from his presence. Is all."

"I'm sorry."

Shrug. "Thanks.

"Wrote a letter. I have no idea where Fazil is, last I saw him he was going to talk to some church officials, I think."

"There's a place where we can put outgoing mail for you."

Nod. "What's delivery time like? And does it need an address, because, again, no idea where he is when he's not living in a different plane."

"Not within the church. He's a cleric of Abadar?"

"Yeah."

"I think delivery is pretty quick if it's within the same city and a couple of weeks if it's not."

Nod. "Thank you. I can - should I give it to you or can you show me where I'm supposed to put it?"

"I can show you, and show you where healing is at the same time?"

" - yeah, okay."

It's across this floor of the palace; there's a larger altar and a library and a woman priest and a place to deposit mail.

"This'll get to him? If I just fold it up and write 'to Fazil, cleric of Abadar' on it, or something?"

"It should, yes."

"Okay."

So she folds it up and write that on it and drops it in.

"A relative of yours?" asks the priest.

"Old friend of the pharaoh's."

She nods.