And off they go! Prime leads Aya and Idania to hospital-like locations. Look! Sick people!
Aya traipses through the hospital and goes around healing them, pausing with each person to inform them where this blessing comes from and notify them that she expects to have a temple set up in the near future if they'd like to leave offerings in return.
Prime gets the staff to leave Aya to do her thing, and then supervises. Several people recognize him, and Aya and Idania's obvious magic is shrugged off. They are with one of the most obviously magical people in the world, of course they have magic, it's perfectly natural.
And then she mysteriously disappears. With the healer.
"You seem to be distracting from my aura of divine blessedness," Aya says to Prime.
"Would you like me to leave? People also might not trust you to heal them if I'm not here," he points out, mildly.
"Perhaps you could specify that you don't have anything to do with it? It doesn't seem like they believe me."
He starts specifying that he's got nothing to do with the healing itself. They look at him dubiously. He looks at them with a raised eyebrow. Judging. Daring them to protest.
She gets more believers, after that.
Healing healing healing. Missionary-ing. She tweaks her pitch as she goes; she knew these people weren't familiar with properly effective gods, but exactly where their skepticisms lie is something she has to suss out as she goes.
And then they run out of hospital.
"Well. There are others, if you'd like to go to them," says Prime, helpfully.
There's a mage on the ground, nearby, recognizable as the healer she deemed cute. "Is this what you meant?!" he yells up to her, completely unaware of Aya and Prime's entrance.
"Hell yes!" cackles Idania, and then she goes back to maniacal laughter.
"Wheeeeeeeeee!" says the acolyte in the sky, doing a corkscrew spin.
"Idania's very practiced at flying, I don't expect her to crash - but what magic did you do?"
He's in the middle of talking about how he was getting air to streamline itself around her when Idania tackles him, mid-sentence. She slowed down, no one's getting hurt, but the two of them do tumble to the ground, Idania on top of the healer and giggling.
"That was the best thing ever!" she cackles. "Can I keep you? Can we do experiments together? Can I kiss you? I want to kiss you, you helped me do that, you're amazing!"
"... Sure?" says the confused and dazed healer.
And then there are kisses.
"Hi, Aya! Hi, sarcastic not-a-butterfly! I got to try a thing!"
For his part, the healer is just going to have a big dopey grin on his face.
"It would seem you did. Sounds like fun. Is the speed increase permanent or something he has to maintain on you?"
"Uh, what was the question again?" he asks, blinking and recovering a bit from post-kiss catatonia.
"Is it permanent, or maintained?" teases the acolyte, eyes sparkling.
"The part I did on your clothes was permanent," he clarifies, "the air thing would need to be maintained. Oh, uh, I should - turn that off, don't want to waste mana." He does that.
"There you have it!" she proclaims.