The sight of the dirty child tugged on Galiena's heartstrings, reminding her of the stillborn boy she had birthed two years ago now.  She had been unwed at the time, feeling lost, and had gone to the Luminites in Ashdown soon after.  They had taken her in and she soon became a firm follower of Veris and Aeon, eventually admitted into the order to begin her training as a cleric.   

She pushed the thoughts of what might have been away and forced herself to smile down at the ragged child, ensuring her kept a grip on her coin purse.  She could not help but be slightly suspicious of him as well, knowing street children tended to have a reputation for pick-pocketing.  

St. Hendrick's Cathedral could wait a short while...

"I would do better than that, fauntkin.  Shall we go over to the inn and make sure you get a proper meal into your belly?"