"Yes. I am alright. I guess I had let curiosity get to me on what sort of soup a priest suggests for the sick." He lied and it was clearly a bad lie. He moved the blanket enough to let his head out to breathe as it was difficult under all of the heavy layers. "Are you sure I can't get you something? Since you've been so kind to check up on me twice today. Oh.." He sat up though it was still not pleasant for his stiff muscles and he started to reach into the drawer of his side table to dig around while trying to keep a blanket over himself somewhat. "I should pay you for this Sunday.. even if I wasn't in church... What was it about?" He asked softer before breaking into a small coughing fit.