Davos watches Melisandre conducting the nightly ritual.
This was actually a crowded scene with most of the court watching. But I thought it was best to focus on Mel.
Davos looked down from an arched window in the gallery above. He watched Melisandre lift her arms, as if to embrace the shivering flames. “R’hllor,” she sang in a voice loud and clear, “you are the light in our eyes, the fire in our hearts, the heat in our loins. Yours is the sun that warms our days, yours the stars that guard us in the dark of night.” Davos 857
