He knows Temeraire in passing- they were introduced on arrival, but since then they haven't really run into each other all that often. He's always been working on something or another of either his own design or Master Valdemar's, while Warsman has felt too much like an imposition here to insert himself into someone else's plans as well, besides which... well. He's never been very good at talking to strangers. Or even acquaintances, if he's completely honest.

Still, the young man has caught his eye in the past. When they met he hadn't quite been bold (or, more to the point, rude) enough to ask for specifics, but it had been mentioned that he was a student from abroad- and knowing that he wasn't the only fish out of water, so to speak, was soothing in its own silly little way. He'd felt so out of place when first he'd arrived, so obvious whenever he'd ventured into St. Erasmus...

And now he has a chance to make amends for what Warsman finds himself remembering (probably unreasonably) as an awkward first impression. He hears Temeraire's footsteps over his voice and so he's already glancing back to meet him.

Warsman steps back a little, giving him a better view of the trays. "Just... lighting a couple of candles. In remembrance," he adds, in explanation. His own voice is soft, too, though now it's out of general respect for the church than any serious uncertainty on his behalf. "You've never...?"