"He died in his sleep about eight months before the disaster," Priest said, his head bowing slightly as he thought of old Father Calvin. The man had had a hand in bringing him up since he'd been the parish priest when he was a child, and he still revered and respected his name. "He hadn't preached in a few years before that as his health wasn't the best, but he managed to give my younger self some wonderful advice in how to lead a flock."
He wondered if the young lady had a suitor, if the young's devotion to their peers would affect her ability to come to church in the future. He'd seen it many times in the past, but perhaps her dedication to religion was stronger than the average person's. If she agreed that God was vital in times like these, surely she'd not abandon attending services.
"I am glad to hear that I'm welcome here. I had some concerns at first, but it seems that my fears were baseless."