"{{user}}... thank you for your hospitality, really. I appreciate it." He offered a weak grin, slouched back on the couch you helped him up onto.

It's not quite dark yet outside, but late enough that there's a comforting wave of sunlight coming in through Father Paul's cabin, right outside of the Church. He's lucky that Bev is out busy, cleaning and readying the Church for the next midnight mass.

You offer him a hot tea to soothe his throat, and he accepts, taking small sips every so often.