"The prayer of Niran of Orun," Nikhil continues, not noticing as Sora Rafia's words fade into whispers and then silence. "My wish to return home. Safety on the journey... and no hindrance or delay." He has his eyes tight shut now, unaware of Rafia's intent, hopeful gaze. "Thus may it be." Outside, Hian also has her eyes squeezed shut. "Please, please..." and she has no idea if that is a prayer or a glimmer or a wish, or how likely it is to even be heard, if indeed anyone or anything can hear her amidst the hubbub of the afternoon ritual.