They exchanged a quick, though passionate kiss, after which Antonia turned back to face the altar and began a slow, halting advance up the nave. She kept her eyes open and fixed to the front, although they stung viciously and wept red-tinged tears. After she had covered a few yards, a wave of nausea racked her, and she only kept her footing by steadying herself upon the nearest pew.
Abomination… Begone from my sanctuary.
Dismissing that less than comforting reflection, and mustering her failing resources, Antonia continued her progress, and did not disdain the occasional support offered by the pews and pillars as she passed them.