Next Round of Prayer

The next couple hours were rather peaceful, with almost the same feelings as last time. Engrossed in the text of the holy book, the bounty hunter couldn't remember a time that such literature had done this.

Of course, such feelings were not meant to last. Samus was well aware of that fact. Yet, that made the sudden tap by way of Alya all the more surprising.

"Samirah, are you ready to pray?" Alya announced and Samus looked up from her reading. Doing her best to meet the hologram's gaze, she could feel her cheeks burning up. Not in the way of a fever or similar illness, but rather that of embarrassment. A feeling very much unlike her. Normally a cause for concern, something about this moment rang differently.

"Yes." Samus answered, ignoring the different name Alya had called herself by. She had done that earlier and yet, the same feelings rang about her mind. While still not ready to give that name a try, it was cemented ever further within. "Do we need to go back to the bedroom?"

Alya shook her head. Right after doing so, a pair of prayer mats appeared. Taking their respective places on them, Samus did her best to hold the feelings echoing about.

Sitting up at the same time, their gazes met.

"So can I continue my reading or do you have something else in mind?" Samus inquired and watched Alya's expression shift. Clearly having something in store for her, the bounty hunter couldn't say with much certainty.