She never quite liked the 'new name' thing, though Ava supposed it was due to the fact she couldn't figure out a name for herself. People fell into them so easily but Ava simply could not, even if a name change would have been expected for her if things had gone differently... but she had failed and the world literally ended.
Besides, Father it was a title that she had grown up with and garnered respect.
Despite his distracted tone, Ava warmly shook his hand before drawing her hand away, her palms rough but warm. Of course the new priest would be distracted, there were so many people and he was new and this was such an odd place. Still something about it disappointed her but it was ridiculous to assume all priests had the same mentality. Perhaps she should have saved the introduction for Monday...
At the mention of the sermon, Vesper turned red as she shouldered her basket, her eyes darting to the side for a moment. The weakness of flesh had been a ... different topic, even if she never indulged nor really expected to.
And it felt odd when a man of the cloth lectured to people about that with such ... anger? Father Jim, when he approached a subject similar, spoke about love and betrayal of love and God's intention with marriage. That sermon was also worthy of turning red but the late priest was much more gentle. "It was new and different, Father, I'll give it that." But then Ava turned her gaze back on Priest and her smile was encouraging and she was not quite so pink, "But I'm sure you'll get used to the area here. You'll figure out what people need to hear and who to help since it's a small community. Has it been welcoming?"