Owen seemed pleased, ever so slightly, by the ability to talk to someone who seemed present. "The church is our place of worship. I am the speaker for one of many across the world, different types and what have you. It's a place for community and a place for transience. People find their way there in many fashions of the word."
Barnabus suddenly appeared back into the world at present, rising and placing a flower crown of little white flowers on Ashva's head, then he snaked a hand over to try and grab the kelpie's and hold it. Physical closeness was like breathing for his kind, it meant little except a general kindness. "Let's go!" he declared with a softer smile than usual.
Owen rolled his eyes in a very controlled and barely there kind of way "What should we call you, scholar?"