How could such a feeling truly be sacrilege? It's something that goes against what the little priestess has been taught to believe for most of her life. That through chastity, she proves her devotion to the divine, keeping her body as pure and clean as a temple ought to be. That to taint it with the pleasures of the flesh would be to poison herself against the love of the gods. But how could the gods ever disallow her from something as pure and simple as honest love?

His words coaxed her from reservation as if she were a rabbit being coaxed from its den. Love is one of the gifts offered to them from heaven itself. That if they two feel it so strongly for one another, then why should they hold back? It didn't take much convincing from him, in the end. She loved him as much as the stars loved the night sky. So while hesitation weighed her back initially, her feelings for the sharp-toothed warrior that'd arrived at her order's temple seasons before overtook all else. Even her sworn duty as priestess, and even after the throes of rapture waned from her sweat-dewed scales, she could not bring herself to regret it.

"You are mine now," He told her after, the woman caught in his strong arms as if he'd feared that she'd disappear from him. "Something like you deserves more than dusty scriptures and all this cold stone. You'll come with me away from this place." He tells her. Though framed as a statement, as if it were a fact of their new reality, he searches her face for any opposition. With him, she knows that her word still bears weight. More than it ever has in her time and duty served to the order.

"Of course." She tells him. "There's nothing more that I'd want for." And she means her every word.