The Arch Priestess's face went through three shades of red in rapid succession.
"I have a proposal of my own regarding healing access," he spoke up, not letting the woman spiral.
Velara's composure rebuilt itself by force of will. "Speak."
"In the event of a crisis that threatens civilian life, natural disasters, plague outbreaks, monster stampedes, famine, anything that qualifies as a humanitarian emergency, I want the authority to declare a state of crisis. During that period, all healing services provided by the church to civilians in the affected area become free of charge."
Velara's eyes widened. "You want the church to work for free."
"I want the church to serve the people it claims to represent when those people are dying in the streets." He raised a hand before she could build momentum. "And no, not for free. The church will be given emergency funds, ensuring no staff starves."
Velara processed this.
