There is a simple rush of pleasure to find himself not the only one come for prayer this morning. A quiet joy that there are still others who are loyal to their faith, even in these times of great troubles. He so seldom smiles, but the corner of his mouth tips up on its own and he doesn't bother to force it away.

Aleron, too, keeps his voice low, unwilling to disturb the peace and sanctity with a normal conversational tone. "I believe the Maker would find pleasure to hear the Chant shared."

He steps forward and kneels nearby, so that their prayers remain quiet, but still audible to the other.