Iggy has spent a lot of his life rationalizing his upbringing. It doesn't match up with anything cultish, doesn't even seem to have much in common with any of the religious trauma he's read about online. So. Clearly, his childhood was just fine.

He bites his lip, wishing again he hadn't said anything about it, but then they're actually in a clearing, in front of an honest to goodness shrine.

Iggy pauses, wondering how to proceed. Slowly, he approaches the shrine, undoing the ties on his bag.

"Uhm. Hi."

A stupid way to start. Iggy exhales deeply and kneels in front of the little shrine with no embarrassment.

"I don't really know what to say, yet, so I'll just say what I was taught in my world. I think... I think you'll understand it, if I have your domain right."

Iggy sets down the fruit and flowers, then places his palms together.

"O God, make me your channel, a link beyond the light. Let me bring forth messages of closure and of peace, proving existence continues beyond death.

Make me your guide, O All, to those loved ones, dear ones, who are lost, that I might guide them to you.

Amen."

Awkwardly, he stands and looks around.

Nothing.