Cedar Sweep like carillon bells, the house of Augustus rings

The note she hummed resonated for a moment- almost enchanting enough to pull Solveig completely from her broken reverie. But the voice caught- and an answer came in the same rasp as before. 

She remembered a bit more, but given the way Jericho spoke, it did not seem as though she took much interest in the subject. Curious. 

”You have no interest in faith, then? In the Gods?” She queried, her interest still stoked.