In the wake of Lot's departure, Priest decided to retire to his own quarters. Five lashes for the ill-bred thought. It would have been ten, but he'd managed to not let the other man know what he'd been thinking. Fortunately most of his shirts were black these days so if the welts bled it wouldn't show through the cloth. He would have to speak to Sister Bernice about laundering his clothes.
Hopefully Lot would come back. He believed in saving souls, after all. Even his own.