Francis stared at Father Richards with an intent frown. "You looked like you were dead. You need more than rest. I am trying to actually be nice for once and show concern."He said as he placed a hand on his chest, feeling insulted that the other wasn't more grateful that he was sticking out his neck to look out for the stupid priest. Did someone have to be unwell in the head to be a priest? He'd believe it. "I am trying to make sure you are truly well before I let you sleep and maybe risk not waking up. You faint a lot."