The army wasn’t coming just for Saera. They were coming for him, too, even Faine. They’d take no liberties with harming anyone else, though.
Eoin was better off where he was than if he’d remained in Duthonne. That was the difference between the Church and the Queen. Meira was a place of community; an interleaving of class and mutual aid. Eoin was stronger here with people like Fórdhain on his side, and he in turn fought for the Underground. The Church couldn’t last the way they were going about things. Burning villages, stealing people away from their homes. Surely someone, sometime, would find the courage to revolt, and others would follow. If only the army, like the Queen to her people, could see Saera as a person.