Ah... [there's a soft chuckle he gives then, weight shifting as his gaze drifts off to the distance. truthfully, he doesn't seem condescending to Olivine—just different. kind.] It wouldn't do for a priest to be unavailable to their people. We are their succor in times of need.

[that's definitely rehearsed, the kind of rhetoric ground into someone over a lifetime. it's true enough, and well... Olivine is what he is.

just like his inability to ask to join Basch, to... ask him to stay a little longer. the time that's passed is just something he has to get through, until the regrets are too far and too small to cause him trouble.

Basch asks that and Olivine's gaze turns to him again, brows furrowed.] Me...? There should be nothing to worry about, here. I try to spend as much time as I can keeping busy, so there shouldn't be too many other incidents.

... Will you come back, after? I know you don't need me, as you're healed now, but... I'd be happy to see you again.