[when she finishes, she raises her head, and turns, feeling a sense of deeper ease that means she might come back here-
but then there's someone there sitting in the back row, and she starts, hand flying to her heart and the other almost to her pocket before she realizes that it's a man in a priest's garb, who's sitting there as calm as anything.]
...Forgive me, Father, I didn't hear you come in.
[Emily looks as caught as she feels, a rising sort of disquiet in her. it's not against the rules to pray, of course not, but when one has a private moment and then feels it was on display, it feels awkward, odd. maybe she shouldn't have come in at all. maybe the door should have been locked in the first place, and he was just being kind to let her finish before shooing her out.]
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but then there's someone there sitting in the back row, and she starts, hand flying to her heart and the other almost to her pocket before she realizes that it's a man in a priest's garb, who's sitting there as calm as anything.]
...Forgive me, Father, I didn't hear you come in.
[Emily looks as caught as she feels, a rising sort of disquiet in her. it's not against the rules to pray, of course not, but when one has a private moment and then feels it was on display, it feels awkward, odd. maybe she shouldn't have come in at all. maybe the door should have been locked in the first place, and he was just being kind to let her finish before shooing her out.]