He lets out a breath, tilts his head back against the stone.

Murmurs, under his breath, a prayer for forgiveness. Ci lifts her head for a moment, dark eyes watching, then settles again.

CJJ: A little. A long time ago.
CJJ: She said there was some kind of ordeal.
CJJ: And that when she reached the Ashes she felt the peace of the Maker's benediction.
CJJ: Though I'm fairly certain she'd object to my description.