Thank you. I try. [Olivine chuckles as he says it, politely averting his eyes while Basch dries off and dresses. he looks good though, the priest thinks, cleaned up and looking a little less world-beaten.

the question makes him blink, lips curling upward again.]

Of course. There's plenty for two inside, after all. Do you want to settle here, or wait until we've found a place to rest for now?

[it's all the better he doesn't imply a lack of justice, because Olivine would have to dismiss the idea again... but he does understand it at least somewhat. he'd thrown out the comment that Basch was more afraid of himself than the priest was, but he feels compassion in the face of it really.]