Elijah watched him go and frowned at the trouble he caused. When he returned, he thanked him and tried to sit up. His body felt stiff and sore as he had laid there for so long. He winced and weakly took the water to drink. He didn't want him to see him, but it seemed childish to hide his body and his scars at that moment. It wasn't like the priest was a prospective lover either, that was ridiculous in many ways. He still glanced away in shame drooping down to make himself as unnoticeable as possible as he drank the water. "T-thank you."