Blackfoot Forest when night fell she placed hand upon breast; prayed for weeping days of rain

He is curious about her wordchoice, but she holds her tongue until he confides in his own priesthood. It does not surprise her, for she'd sensed something similar between them. Whatever defines their unique sects seems fairly different, she thinks, for stars were not much of her forté beyond paying mind to certain influences. 

"Ah," the sinner murmurs. She does not answer him directly, but instead says, "there is a small tunnel hidden in this forest that leads to a set of underground springs. I am going to build a small altar there." Poet glances at him and smiles dryly, adding, "hyancinth represents remembrance, and daffodil, forgiveness." She can let Phocion draw his own conclusions from that.