It is an utterly bemused but obedient priest that Lior is able to drag along to the quiet car. He may not be able to see how brightly Lioriley is glowing, but every other sense is making her excitement obvious, and he’d have to be the most recalcitrant man imaginable to not go along with her. And thus Rezo is sat upon a bench.

“Alright, I’m here,” Rezo says. “Do you need me to do anything or…?”