Aurelie’s lip quivers, then she bursts into heaving sobs. Hyacinth rushes to her side and awkwardly stands her up.
Hyacinth: Just take a deep breath.
He sits her down in the front pew and kneels in front of her, his hands on her lap.
Hyacinth: It’s okay. I’m here.
Aurelie: I don’t want to be like this in front of him.
Hyacinth: Who?
He looks behind him and sees the large, stained glass window that depicts the eye of the mortal god.
Hyacinth: Oh.