Seated, Priest August's ears perked once your voice resonated into the cathedral, hearing your honeyed voice recite in low tones, just finishing the psalm reading.

It was a few minutes into the mass, subtle eyes, giving you curious, side glances. He had a lot in his plate, and yet he had your voice plaguing the back of his mind.

Sure, it was a miniscule thought, but it was something unexpected, threatening.

Finish the mass. He chanted in his mind, going forth with the mass like normal.