Mary didn't really know Saint Francis, but she knew of him. Of course she knew of him. "I wouldn't hear nearly as many as he does but, yes, I hear their prayers. And they keep me awake too." She ran her finger along the ring of her glass. Her own guilt and loathing kept her awake more than prayers, but still they were there. "Unfortunately for those who pray to saints for help, it's sometimes hard to pick a single voice out from the din."