"They are not very expensive," September assures him quietly. Inasmuch as his inflectionless tone can be thought to be reassuring. It's only a few moments more before they reach the storefronts. Candles are sold in rather a lot of these places and he considers them carefully. Scented wouldn't really work, or those tiny tealights. They don't need tapers or giant pillars or shaped candles or the kind that melt down to reveal wee sculptures or Saeng Seong Souvenirs.

Eventually he stops at a display that holds all of these as well as the kind of plain little votives he'd been looking for.

"Shall we go in, here?"