Secret :
Adalia, shortly after her arrival, had asked the Chaplains of the Chapel if she could set up inside of a location of importance... which just so happened to be the Chapel. Naturally, they had agreed, and she had begun moving in today. A side room had been granted for her to perform her work in privacy, something that medicine occasionally required. Now, it was really a matter of setting up her supplies in an orderly fashion.
She had claimed a small table for her work, one which, despite having never been meant to do this, served as an amazing substitute for an operating and massage table. A few candles were positioned in the corners of the room, and the main light was provided by a window on the far wall, also having a wonderful view of the sea. All in all, it was a room that served her purposes well. Her tools were all well-labeled and organized, placed in easily-accessible areas.
Finally, she felt like she had finished. A sigh of relief flew forth from her lips, and she exited the side room, leaving the door open. With Tempest padding silently alongside her, she settled down in one of the Chapel's pews, silently awaiting her inevitable first patient. She brushed her hair back behind her ears, pulling the cloak tight around her figure.
Then she sensed something. It was like a nagging in the back of her mind, something tugging at the edges of her conscience. Then, the tugging stopped, replaced by a feeling of peace, but she felt like something was there. Curious, she craned her neck around, and spotted a man that had entered. She didn't know why, but she could sense her mistress's touch on him, the same touch she felt on herself. Was he another healer of Rak'keli? She watched him from her seat, ever curious as to why she felt like she did simply from being near him. The curiosity was reflected in her gaze. Not to mention, she had an adorable befuddled look on her face, but that was beside the point. Tempest stalked to the man's side, sniffing his hand.