"Of course," Edmund said softly. He gently tucked her hair behind her ear and wiped her face with a clean handkerchief.
Primrose looked up at him and asked, "So … what do we do now?"
Edmund's gaze shifted toward the stone temple behind them. "We have to pray before the altar of the Moon Goddess. That's the tradition."
Primrose simply nodded in response, then followed Edmund as they walked toward the temple entrance. The path was lined with moon-shaped stones, their edges worn down by centuries of footsteps.
As they stepped into the temple, Primrose suddenly felt that the air inside was cooler, and perhaps it was just her imagination, but her exhaustion also seemed to fade little by little as she breathed in the temple air.
They continued walking toward the altar, but just before they reached it, Primrose came to an abrupt stop.
Her eyes had fallen upon a statue standing to the left of the altar, partially hidden in the shadows.
