Suddenly it struck her: they were chanting in Sahuagin, and somehow Araerys knew that she would be able to understand what they were saying if they could just get closer into range-

"Daisy I swear to any gods above, if you don't stop touching me...!" Ceria's outburst, whispered or not, definitely disturbed the silence in the echoey space. Once again taken by surprise at her wildly nonchalant actions, Araerys's eyes widened at her as they did when the girl darted off towards the front door, before snapping back towards the front of the church. She supposed the nudge would've jolted anyone in such a quiet space, but the reaction was not fit for the situation. This was not to plan, but there was nothing they could do to rewind the moment.

Quickly, Araerys followed the elf down behind the pew, and when she peeked her head above their cover, Ary promptly grabbed her arm gently - but firmly - and pulled her back down, holding a finger to her lips with a stern expression. They needed to get closer, but she was worried that Ceria's whisper might have disrupted events enough that they would come investigating. They might already be glancing this way, and Ceria's head popping out from the pew was not going to help things. She released her companion's arm and made sure to emphasize the finger to her lips before returning her attention to the company at the front, straining her ears to hear if they had perhaps left their posts to have a look, or simply continued on with their ritual.