Kiritsugu nods, still smiling. If the boy is skittish, he won't force him. As slowly and carefully as he's been speaking--so as not to spook him--he steps toward him. He takes the offered candle from his hand and places it with the others, simply and easily.

"There we are, Ivan." He turns toward him again. "Do you have a prayer you'd like to say?" He mimes praying, pressing his hands together.