They entered the silent church. The midday sun streamed in through the dusty stained glass, casting colors against the plain wooden walls.
Ferris seemed genuinely intrigued. He walked through the aisle and sat in one of the pews, looking around.
"I don't know," he replied honestly, looking over at her. "I was raised religious, but... I mean, I've seen enough that I have a hard time with it."
He exhaled slightly, looking around. "Yeah. I remember when I was younger, I found a little nook to sleep in the church in Sylvaele." He laughed slightly, leaning back in the pew. "They were not happy when they found out I slept there every night for almost six months."
He hesitated and was quiet for a few seconds before he replied, shrugging slightly. "Yeah, I have a living space. Doesn't everyone?"
She noticed his hesitance, but simply decided to accept his answer. "Okay.. I just wanted to make sure."