Firestone Hot Springs Sweet mother, Sweet mother

Prayer was actually something that Dante had some experience. He himself still sometimes offered his thoughts to the great god Jupiter and his fellows. Mostly, however, to his patron Apollo, god of the sun, knowledge, and healing. His sister had sent her prayers to him so he had seen fit to follow suit. While he never expected a response, something in it soothed his soul regardless.

"A sacred phrase then. I apologize, I did not mean to pry." He looked at her, chagrined. "If it helps, I did not hear most of the words. It sounded lovely regardless." He had no clue what her statement had been about, if w had he might have seen them as less attractive. As it was, the tone she had used made the entire thing rather musical. Dante's were always more of random, uninteresting ramblings.