It was a disaster, albeit on a small scale. And not one he was going to abandon, or lump on an unknown girl. Djura allowed himself a slight sigh of exasperation at the statue's damaged face, but that was about the extent of emotion he betrayed.

It was stone; there was no repairing it. "I shall take this through to the porch and leave some coin. Or perhaps the rectory... do you know where this should be left?" he asked of the girl. Djura had not been attending this church for long after all, while she had the air of someone who'd spent her childhood in these aisles.

And perhaps this was not the first time she'd broken a statue.