Kiel can't suppress a chuckle at the obviously disgusted look on the boy's face when he covers his plate in syrup, however he quickly swallows his mirth when he seems to get uncomfortable again. [i]'This kid seems all over the radar. I'm not sure what it is, but his mood shifts don't make as much sense as I'm use to'[/i] He give Zach and understanding look about the books, but gives off a sigh at the boy's obviously false tough guy front. Gulping down the rest of his breakfast Kiel stands and carefully takes the plate and fork from the downcast teen. Stacking them atop his own plate he reaches up and lays a hand on the young man's head for a moment before ruffling the dark hair. “I know you're not foolish, I'm just a little over protective of my charges.” Slipping a hand down so he can turn the boy's face towards him Kiel looks deep into his eyes. “Which is what you are now, Zach, and nothing you need will trouble me to do or get. It is my calling to help kids like you, and I take it as a gift, not a burden.” Giving the boy's head a final pat the priest moves over tot he sink to rise off the sticky mess from the syrup coating both of them.

Outside a bell tolls overhead from the direction of the church and Kiel quickly dries his hands. “I have to go to mass now, don't worry about the dishes I'll take care of them later.” Turning to look at Zach he give him a warm smile. “I'll check on you before I hit the streets and change your bandages. You should try and get some rest today.” With that he reaches out and gives the boy's shoulder a comforting squeeze, throw on his robe, then heads outside. The rain has all but stopped, but the ground shows no sign of drying any time soon. Large puddles create little marshes in the thick grass and Kiel smiles at the memory of driving the nuns crazy on days like this with his love of crashing through those puddle. However he has no time for that today. Slipping in the side door to the church he makes his way through the kitchen then into the front hall. Slowing his pace he walks at a respectful speed up to the main doors and slips inside.

~*~*~Time Skip~*~*~

As morning mass ends Kiel stands and stretches. A few of the older men look at him disapprovingly as he groans away some of his kinks from sitting in the stiff, scantly padded wooden pews. The large stain glass window behind the pulpit shines brightly with the new day's sun but the dark colors keeps it from blinding the people below during the head pastor's sermon. Kiel squints, tracking Father Renolds as he makes his way to his study next to the dais. Ducking through the crowd, careful not to run into anyone, Kiel makes his way to the study door and knocks softly. When he's bidden to enter he steps inside, closing the door softly behind him. Father Renolds, a baling old man with a sharp eye and with wrinkles that show that he's spent most of his life with a stern look on his face, is already at his desk hard at work. He glances up to see who entered and give Kiel a little wave before motioning him to take a seat.

The room is well furnished, much of the stuff several generations old as each head priest used this office then left their belonging here for the next head priest. It even has a large working fireplace which currently crackles merrily to warm the small room, keeping the chill of the rain at bay. Kiel walks over to one of the more comfortable high back chairs before the Father's desk and takes a seat. He waits until the man puts down his pen and looks up to begin speaking. “Good morning Father, it was a lovely sermon. I'm just stopping by to let you know I have taken in another lost soul. His name is Zach, street kid, black hair. A group of street kids really laid into him, but nothing too dire. He's scared though so I'm going to do some snooping while he heals.” His glance darts to the window beside the desk which looks out towards his little house. “I've told him to stay away front the gate, but if the other Fathers could keep an eye out for anyone suspicious looking in that would be very helpful Father.” 

The old priest listens quietly, giving Kiel a nod at his request. The young man smiles and stands. Giving a little bow he turns and walks out of the small study to the now empty room beyond. [i]'When he's not preaching, Father Renolds really doesn't like to talk much. It always seems like he's got better things to think about. Sometimes it makes me wonder if hears what I'm saying, but then he's never failed to register what matters I suppose'[/i] He walks quickly back towards the kitchen and makes his way outside. The rain has completely stopped now and the faint sunlight shinning through the trees makes the ground glisten. Kiel takes a deep breath, letting the fresh clean air fill his lungs. He hold it in for a moment then lets it out with a rush, smiling at the crisp feeling of the damp air against this face and hands. Moving forward again he strides back up to his small house and slips inside, closing the door behind him.