Undeterred by the other priest's embarrassment, Malachi kept a steady hand to the back of his shoulder as he led him straight back to the door he'd walked in from.

Upon reaching it, his other hand went to swing it open.

"Best of luck to you. Terribly sorry to hear about the issues with your church."

Malachi flashed a smile and smacked his shoulder in what was, presumably, meant to be a friendly, brotherly gesture.

"Vale, Mister Merritt."

Ah, Latin.

"Peace be with you."