There wasn't a way to easily know how old or young the building was, but Quanil's eyes were flitting about for details...
...until they got knocked back a bit by a sudden interpersonal collision. They made sure they were still on their feet even as they exclaimed, "No, no, nothing to be sorry about! Probably my fault anyway, and..."
They took in the person's shaken and tear-soaked countenance. "Are you okay? Can I help?" Probably not? They were likely here to pray for some sort of solace, but they had to offer. It was as automatic as... well, as stumbling backwards when you ran into someone.
...until they got knocked back a bit by a sudden interpersonal collision. They made sure they were still on their feet even as they exclaimed, "No, no, nothing to be sorry about! Probably my fault anyway, and..."
They took in the person's shaken and tear-soaked countenance. "Are you okay? Can I help?" Probably not? They were likely here to pray for some sort of solace, but they had to offer. It was as automatic as... well, as stumbling backwards when you ran into someone.
