[Ianthe had been expecting tears of joy and longing, but not something as profound as this. For a moment, she wondered if she'd made a mistake. Iggy had asked her what kind of landscape she wanted, listing off a few, and this had been weeks ago. She'd not expressly gotten this done for Gilia but it was because of Gilia that Ianthe had picked the seascape. But the longer she listened, the more the prayer continued, the less Ianthe believed this had been a mistake.
She was familiar with rote prayer, but knew this was true faith for Gilia. Ianthe might be overstepping, but she came up behind Gilia and slipped her arms about her, molding her body to the other woman's. To hold her while not trying to pull her from the painting.]
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She was familiar with rote prayer, but knew this was true faith for Gilia. Ianthe might be overstepping, but she came up behind Gilia and slipped her arms about her, molding her body to the other woman's. To hold her while not trying to pull her from the painting.]