Inside Aska, three feelings were warring over her soul. Her recently-developed sense of independence and loneliness, the new and joyfull feeling she had recieved at the altar, and a final, darker feeling. One of disappointment, fear and betrayal. Aska stood up. "I...I feel alright now. I do feel better." She turned to the ghost, "Thankyou, th-"
And then it hit her. "Wh...what? What did I just do? I...I bowed in prayer...to...to...another god!" Her back facing the altar, she dropped again to her knees in prayer, gripping the cogwheel pendant on her necklace tight in her hand "Oh Gond, oh Gond! I am sorry! I...I was confused! I have no god but you! I should not have prayed to another! I am sorry!" She was breating hard and fast, until more thoughts ran through her mind. "To...to question...yes...I was...testing...proof...everything is...alright?" She was unsure whether the thoughts were hers or Gond's, but she was steadied by them. Slowly, she stood up, feeling more at ease. "Th...Thankyou."
The happiness had returned, and she waited for the others to finish their prayers.