[Haurchefant recites the words back. They feel rote at first; mere sounds formed from his lips out of mechanical habit but devoid of real meaning.
As the prayer goes on he starts to feel a distinct warmth from the familiarity of it all and he smiles once he is told to rise. He turns his head slightly to hide the faint glistening of a tear that threatens to roll down his cheek.]
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As the prayer goes on he starts to feel a distinct warmth from the familiarity of it all and he smiles once he is told to rise. He turns his head slightly to hide the faint glistening of a tear that threatens to roll down his cheek.]