Kaelyn sucked in a breath and held her temper. "Starks pray in the godswood," she said stroking Genna's hair. "The Old Gods can hear you wherever there is a heart tree." She pauses a moment. "Did the septa tell you that sweetling?"
It sounded like the sort of thing they might say, Kaelyn herself had suffered their disapproval when she was younger and at the Eyrie. She had prayed at the Sept because it was expected but she had gone down the mountain to her father and the godswood whenever she could and she had early on learnt to keep the second purpose of her visit to herself.
It would be one thing if Genna was older and had made the choice herself, but her daughter would not be dictated to by some seven obsessed matron without so much as a consultation.