"Please, call me Priest," the cleric said officiously, tugging at his white collar. "I'm making an attempt to acclimate myself to my new surroundings and the name is part of that." He might have let the honorific slide if she had known him before, but it felt wrong somehow to allow her to go on calling him Father. He was certainly old enough to have sired her, although his life's path had led him in the opposite direction from marriage and children.
"And it is beautiful country. I had never been this far west before, but the trek to get here offered wondrous sights to behold." Never mind that the journey had also been treacherous, but how could you explain such things to a child? She looked as though she were barely out of school.