"Often," Celehar says. "Amalo was a large city, and had only one Witness for the Dead until very recently. Despite the superstition against my Calling, enough people asked for my help to fill my days. Would that fewer of those petitions were as grim as they were."

He can't help, in that moment, sounding particularly solemn, but he clears his throat. "Before Amalo I might say my Prelacy was busier, but I preferred the work of helping petitioners I did there. Despite how it ended."

Ah, but this place is making him nostalgic, isn't it? Sunny's silence works rather like the deliberate attempts he's made before at encouraging others to speak.