"Hi, Irabeth. Anevia said you wanted to see me." She's not going to ask if Irabeth is okay, or comment on how not-okay she looks; it's extremely unsurprising, in the given circumstances, and reminding her of it might make things worse, and Lusilla doesn't have any bright ideas for fixing it. 

"Yes. She told me what you told her, about Prelate Hulrun dying." 

"Yes. I'm--sorry it was necessary." 

"I didn't ask you here to criticize you about it; I want a more detailed description of what happened." 

Lusilla nods, and begins talking. 

...She hasn't been trained to do reports. Her recounting is a little jumbled, jumping back and forth in the narrative to cover connected concepts or where she recalls a relevant detail from earlier, but she's got a good memory and includes a lot of details that did in fact happen and very few that didn't. 

Also she does specifically bring up Ember: Hulrun's crimes thereagainst. She gets a little heated for that part, and for other parts involving things like "Hulrun decides to arrest and/or murder Ramien" and "Hulrun decides to deputize a bunch of random strangers to arrest and/or murder Ramien," and--

Look, even Irabeth finds the man difficult to work with, you can't expect a Chaotic Good person who only just met the guy not to find him infuriating. 

Honestly Irabeth is more than a little impressed at how level-headed Ramien was about the Prelate's value to the defense of the city, throughout. She does make several probing questions at various points, but--she is in fact not going to dress down Lusilla for killing him. 

She really wishes that Liotr hadn't decided to leave the city. Leaving aside the question of how rational Hulrun was being during Lusilla's encounters with him, he shouldn't have ignored one of Ramien's dream-related warnings that was also backed by another source. 

What a mess. 

"Thank you. I think you did a reasonable job handling an unreasonable situation." 

Lusilla looks around broadly, as though to indicate, possibly the entire city, possibly just the Defender's Heart, serving as a temporary headquarters and also packed full of refugees. "Right back atcha." 

Soft chuckle. "Thank you. --While you're here, there are a few other things I'd like to discuss."

"Go for it."

"You didn't come back here last night." 

"Spying on the Tower of Estrod ended up lasting long enough that it didn't seem like a great idea to try to get back in the time available. Is that a problem?"

"No. But assuming you're available, I'd like to resume correspondence with Neathholm, tonight."

"--Oh, yes, I see. Even if everyone else couldn't make it back, my dimension door--sorry. I'll make sure to do that." 

"I appreciate it. The last thing is--I want to be clear, I'm not criticizing you for convincing Count Arendae to contribute to the defense of the city."

"But...?"

"But there are some things you should know about him." Especially since she is in one of her shapes a pretty girl. "The Count has a certain...reputation. No one would accuse him of being a demon cultist--in fact, demons may be the one thing he hates more than paladins. Not that he was particularly inclined to do anything about it, before you managed to persuade him to help."

"I don't think I deserve that much credit. I get the impression the demons are usually less of a direct and immediate threat to his well-being."

"That might do it. Mostly he spends his time surrounded by sycophants and, well, prostitutes."

"Wait, is that why the dancers at his party were wearing so little clothing?"

Dear Iomedae, the man's going to eat her alive. "I presume so, though I can't claim to know anything about that party specifically. He's the Queen's closest living relative, and he absolutely despises her. Those vying for his," money, "approval badmouth her every chance they get. Once," she grimaces faintly, "there was a hero of the First Crusade, Sir Lant--he got on the Count's bad side, I don't know how but it can't have been difficult, given that he was one of the Queen's most trusted subordinates. When he died, the Count acquired a portion of his estate, and had the man's helmet turned into a chamber pot."

--Well, on the one hand that's definitely rude. On the other hand--

"Did Sir Lant have any connection to Hulrun?"

"He did not." 

Okay Daeran shouldn't have done that then. Probably. She's still only been in Kenabres for a few days. "I'm sorry to hear that. --The, helmet thing, not the lack of connection to Hulrun. That part's fine." 

Nod. "I commend you for getting him to put his abilities to use," for once, "but I thought you should be warned about what kind of man he is." 

"Thank you for letting me know." 

But he's kind to Ember, so he can't be all bad. She's not going to say that to Irabeth, though; not right now when Irabeth has as far as Lusilla's aware not even met Ember yet.