Faolan nodded to the priest as he left, not feeling the need to continue their conversation. He crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned back in the chair, watching Lucien as he went about his business in the kitchen. At his observation, he responded with a [color=a36209]"Mmm."[/color] and a nod, but felt his face flush slightly. Probably the fatigue.

At Lucien's next comment, he shook his head and slid down a little in his chair. [color=a36209]"Nah. Appreciate the sentiment but...once I'm up, I'm up. We'll take it easy on the road 'til I've got my strength back."[/color] He paused a moment, glancing around the sparse room and letting it breathe a moment before continuing.

[color=a36209]"He doesn't like me."[/color] He said, keeping his tone flat. It was a matter-of-fact statement. Not that he cared much for the priest's opinion for what it was. He was certainly indebted to the man for all he'd done for him, almost no one would accept a stranger in off the street. Priests back home had shown less care to pregnant homeless women. So, while Faolan didn't care about the priest's opinion, he did care about making sure he had paid his share. Leaving debts open was something he was not fond of, if his actions on the ship had shown anything.