[Gavial follows her gaze on up to the top of the temple for just a moment, twisting to glance over her shoulder before she stands up from her seated spot a couple of tiers up.]

Maybe.

[The word is almost contemplative, and it almost seems like she’s pausing to consider it before she hops on over to the smooth downward-angled stone that bordered the staircase proper and half-slides, half-jogs on down it to meet this woman on the ground floor.]

The god who built it is damn friendly, from what I know of her. I’d be surprised if she meant to pull something like that. But then again, that’s the whole thing about gods, right? Supposed to be fickle, or whatever?

[Clearly, Gavial is not exactly among the devout.]