Peter didn't usually encourage scampering in his Church, but she was downright charming in her haste to make amends for her slight. "All is forgiven," he reassured her with a grandfatherly smile. "You must be Molly." Unless there was another Sean aboard whose young ward matched Molly's description...
"My name is Father Fitzpatrick. As I said, you're welcome in here at any time." The smile he gave her was genuine. "Is there anything I can do for you today, my dear? I can leave you to draw, if you prefer."
Peter had no problem with doing so. The Church was a sanctuary -- and people expressed their need for sanctuary in many different ways, after all.