She was respectful enough to stand when asked, bow her head when told, and kneel when the others around her did so. The small sense of comfort she discovered in repeating the rituals of her youth surprised her. When the priest spoke to the congregation, she even tried to pay attention. It was unfortunate for her that the room was so warm and the cadence of his words so soothing. Closing her eyes for just a minute wouldn't hurt anyone, would it?