"Yes," September answers, his head tilting. He looks at the candles again before heading to the door and pulling it open and waiting for Diarmuid to walk in before stepping inside after him.

Inside the store, candles line shelves everywhere in a big, warm, gently lit room. September pauses at a box of white candles shaped like tulips before continuing to where the plain votives were stocked, calmly picking up five boxes of them.