"Seelah. Paladin of Iomedae." 

"Ah." Aranka flinches slightly at "paladin of Iomedae," and Thall and Ilkes tense nervously. But--she's with the others, so--it's probably fine. "Welcome."

...Wow, people--Good people--flinching at the words "paladin of Iomedae" is a serious indictment against Prelate Hulrun. Not that Seelah hadn't believed Lusilla about not having a meaningful choice, but--damn. 

"Hi, guys!" Lusilla does not think there is anything constructive to be done about that flinch, so...for now, she'll just ignore it. "I'm glad you seem to be doing okay." 

Aranka chuckles. "We are too, for sure. Come sit with us!" 

Lusilla goes over and sits. "Right now, we're on an errand I don't think you'd be interested in, but we could pick you up to go to the Defender's Heart on the way back."

"We'll probably take you up on that," Aranka says. 

Ilkes nods. "--We want to give you a gift," he says. "A special gift, something we wouldn't normally share--but after you faced down the Prelate for us, we feel it's appropriate."

Aranka nods, grinning. "It's a song! We call it Starward Gaze, and it came to us from the servants of Desna in her domain in Elysium. It can...gift a soul with renewed vitality. Just listen..." 

And then she begins to sing. 

"Do I get a gift? Say, cash, or even a snack of some kind?"

"Those uncultured in the arts can't possibly appreciate that some songs are worth more than gold."

"And those who've spent their whole lives eating three square meals a day and sleeping on silk sheets can't possibly appreciate that sometimes a crust of bread is worth more than gold!"

Ignoring the banter, Lusilla opens her mouth to sing along with Aranka. 

Oh. 

How beautiful.

And then she is in the temple of Desna once more. 

"What...what happened?" Ilkes asks, awed. All three adepts are clustered around Lusilla. "For a second, you were surrounded by light, and--we heard music, like the music of Elysium itself..."