Lusilla's eye twitches. 

"He's really always like this?" she murmurs to Daeran. 

"I admit, it usually takes more work than this to get him to lose control of himself this much." 

"Are you sure you're alright???"

He hmphs. "It's nothing. I did have to deal with a brood of nabasus on the way here...if it had been succubi, your concern might be merited." 

Lusilla can ask someone what a nabasu is later. 

"Okay, well," since Ramien got away this probably isn't a situation that immediately needs intervention, "Irabeth did send us on an errand, so...we're going to do that. Instead of getting sidetracked hunting down Ramien right now." She does not mention that his invisibility would be no obstacle to her tracking him by scent. Actually maybe she should do that anyway, make sure he's okay. 

His jaw tightens and his eyes narrow, but he nods curtly. "Very well. But if you should meet him again--bring me his head!"

This guy is completely fucking unhinged. 

"I remember you! When Father and I arrived in the city, you met us!" 

"What is this nonsense? As if I have nothing better to do than meet with vagrants." 

"But it's true! You and the other knights tied us to stakes and started lighting the bonfire." 

WHAT. 

Lusilla does not have time to remember how to move her human body about this. She simply dimension doors a small distance to the right in order to physically interpose herself between Ember and the prelate. 

"Father died, and then one of your knights changed his mind and pulled me from the flames, but then he died too...don't you remember?"

"If you were burned, then it was with good reason. You say some traitor helped you escape from the fire? That is a crime in itself, which means that you have been evading justice all these years. If it weren't for the invasion, I would review your case and see that your sentence was finally fulfilled. You're lucky that we have more important matters to deal with right now." 

What. WHAT. 

"How can you even say such vile things--" she twists around to look at the others--

I Literally Told You So. 

Don't drag me into this, I absolutely never want to come to this guy's attention. 

Literally why are you getting more worked up about some little beggar girl than about the Desnan priest. 

Wow, the surface is fucked up. 

I am a tiny creature beneath anyone's notice, especially the crazy inquisitor's. 

It would be so easy to knock him off the edge and into the chasm. Probably she shouldn't. For one thing, that would kill him, and death is bad. 

But like. 

She's very very aware of how easy it would be to make a whole lot of other people a lot safer right now. 

"He didn't look the way he does now--all wrinkled and grey--he was young with a big mustache." She mimes a big bushy mustache. "He probably forgot all about me, it was a long time ago...but I do want to say one thing: I'm not cross with him. I know he just really, really wanted to protect his city, only he got all mixed up about who was good and who was evil." 

Ember is so good. 

"It's--very kind of you, to not hold a grudge," she says softly, "but--he said he would--he--if he's still a danger to a lot of people--" 

"Everyone here is dangerous. The crusaders hurt the demons and the demons hurt the crusaders..." 

"I mean, I don't like it either, but--everyone here was just having a festival, and then the demons came and started killing."

"I know. It's really sad."