Cath smiled a bit. Peter was very good at reminding him when his own presumptions about the state of his soul and it's worthiness to the Lord were unrealistic. "Thank you," he said softly, kneeling to press his lips to Peter's hand in a show of respect and gratitude.
If there's been a priest like this man in his life before, perhaps he'd walked away from the lie sooner. Who knew? All he knew is that his counsel was well needed now. Especially as he was quite certain this ship was bound for Satan's lair itself.
And he sincerely hoped Peter was right it would not go badly. For everyone's sake. He rose back to his feet, crossing himself out of habit. "I should go," he said. "My day's apparently long from over."
Mae was going to beat him bloody. It would be worth it, if he could make her understand that they needed to do this, or it would just be worse. The first actual battle against whatever would give them both away. Especially her. Mae was a banshee in a fight, no one would believe she was a girl of normal experience in such a situation.
"Pray for me, Father," he said with a grim smile. "She's going to be right hard to convince."