It's not what he expected when the man that they told him was his father told them that they were attending a kind of worship. For one, there seems to be no priest, and it's very - dry. Yes, that might be the best description. That there are few people, or that half of them don't look like they are particularely fond of being here, is not nearly as odd. He notices that some are about as confused as him apparently. And some are not...

But no matter how odd the worship is, he cannot get up and wander around to look at things. That's forbidden. So he'll stay where he is, unsettlingly calm for a boy his age, and just look around and watch with a somewhat disconnected smile on his lips. He's looking at people openly and won't avert his eyes should someone look back at him, and even stay where he is when the first people start to get up, because he wasn't told that he was allowed to.