As all criminals do, he seeks sanctuary.

You don’t question it. You are a nun, a servant of God. You do not question his decisions, whom he brings to the church.

The pleasures of the flesh are forbidden to you, but you have eyes. He is a handsome man, although his eyes are sunken—perpetually pained.

He is shy, and doesn’t speak often. He flinches at your presence, and looks weary of your face. He does not leave the church, for fear of being captured. You don’t mind. You rather like him.