[ So unsure, and despite what they're doing, despite the seriousness of it all, her smile pulls small in the corners of her mouth. She dabs her fingers to the ash again and pushes up - too tall, what did they feed them? - half on her toes, so that she might tap the same circle to his brow. Light, a dab between his eyes, and a trick to doing it. To making sure it stayed a neat round circle. ]
There.
[ her eyes lower again, turning away from him, back to the dying fire and holds the plate up. Circles it once around the fire, clockwise before she brings it to herself. A hesitation only comes in language, which to speak in, prayers that she knows only in one form, that it would take her time and care to translate it for him. English was not her first or best language.
Perhaps only part of it then, so he might find some relief in the words. She balances the plate on her fingers of one hand before she brings the other up to sweep it across the burning wick, fanning the smoke away from them both. Thick smell, with the butter she had used, rather than the wood of the fire. But even so, the gesture is steady in its ceremony - ritual repetitive. This part at least, she has done many times. ]
Did your friends have Gods of their own?
[ It wouldn't surprise her if they did not, many soldiers lost it after so long. ]
no subject
There.
[ her eyes lower again, turning away from him, back to the dying fire and holds the plate up. Circles it once around the fire, clockwise before she brings it to herself. A hesitation only comes in language, which to speak in, prayers that she knows only in one form, that it would take her time and care to translate it for him. English was not her first or best language.
Perhaps only part of it then, so he might find some relief in the words. She balances the plate on her fingers of one hand before she brings the other up to sweep it across the burning wick, fanning the smoke away from them both. Thick smell, with the butter she had used, rather than the wood of the fire. But even so, the gesture is steady in its ceremony - ritual repetitive. This part at least, she has done many times. ]
Did your friends have Gods of their own?
[ It wouldn't surprise her if they did not, many soldiers lost it after so long. ]