[Gallagher]

What was she-? Oh. No. Of course. He could have groaned, if that weren't entirely inappropriate and disrespectful and bound to send him deeper into Hell when the time came. Kier stopped beside the bench his ever-so-devout knight had chosen, and for a moment, his eyes turned to the image of Moire.

He never did like to ruin moments like this.

Looking to Amélie, his voice far softer than when he had entered, he said, "Miss Amélie, I'm sorry, this isn't the time. Did you forget already?"