The guilty expression is more than enough to let the little girl know that he's lying about thinking fish are prettier than the youthful priest, but that coupled with the slamming shut of the sketch pad makes her actually smile at the idea. As Zach opens the door letting Kiel in he looks over to her ans spots the smile, feeling a warm rush race through him. [i]'She looks a lot calmer now. I am so glad that she and Zach didn't spend the whole time just avoiding one another. I know a lot of children do that, even when they share a pain. Not that I think they have had the exact same experiences, however. . . .'[/i]

Shaking himself out of his thoughts he sets the dishes on the table and removes the covers with a flourish. Sarah lets out a very faint laugh before scooting off the couch to take a seat at the table. Reaching out the priest pets her hair and she smiles at him, much of  the pain and fear gone from her eyes. Kiel returns it with a brilliant one of his own before carefully clearing off the last table chair and taking a seat, leaving the one he normally uses for Zach to use.

Once they are all seated the priest closes his eyes for a moment, his silent prayer the only real sign of his faith in his home other than his outfit and praying every evening. [i]'And given Zach's responses about the faith I doubt he wants to join me in prayer, and Sarah could care less'[/i] He muses silently. Once his prayer is over he beams around at the tables other two occupants and hums softly. “We have Zach to thank for tonight's fair. He ordered it special!” he says brightly, giving Sarah a gentle look. She smiles faintly back at him before digging into the meal with enthusiasm.

Kiel eats somewhat more reservedly but still with a relish. He really likes Zach's choice in food and looking over at said youth tells him so. “This is one of my favorites Zach. It's nice she let me special order it, and it's all thanks to you!” He chuckles, looking to his meal and letting out a pleased hum. Once the meal is over Kiel gathers all the dishes and stacks them up out of the way after rinsing them off. He could return them tonight, but with two guests, even ones that seem to get along well, he'd rather not leave them alone if he can help it.

As he turns to the other two in the room however – Sarah letting out a long yawn and looking quite sleepy – a new problem presents itself and Kiel is torn. [i]'I can't have them sharing a room, that just wouldn't be right, but there are only two beds and I don't know how Zach would react to sharing with me. . . .I suppose I could take the floor'[/i] It doesn't even cross his mind to have the youth take the floor. [i]'Yeah, that could work, but it's up to him really. I know. . . He's been abused and if sharing frightens him I could just sleep out here or on the floor, whichever he prefers. . .'[/i]

With a light sigh he looks at Sarah and pats her head gently before ushering her toward the spare bedroom. “Off you go dear, get some sleep. We'll see you bright and early.” He nods sleepily, being around Kiel doing wonders for her mood and after spending some quiet time with Zach, finding out they share a fondness for the priest, has settled he soul ever so slightly. At least enough to remove the panic from her heart. Looking over at Zach with an apologetic expression he says softly, “Looks like we'll be bunking together tonight. I'll take the floor if you want me to. The bed isn't the biggest thing ever, and I'd rather you take it. I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing you were kipping on the floor.” He tries to not to sound pushy, letting the youth decide what sounds best to him without forcing him into anything.