Malachi took the offered hand into both of his own, giving it a gentle squeeze in lieu of a shake. Shaking hands might have been commonplace, but he had never particularly liked it.

"Ah, of course not. Nothing unmanageable," he assured with another smile, warmer in nature than the previous one. Taking a seat at the other man's wordless gesture, Malachi removed his saturno, crossing one long leg over the other.

He was pleased to see Father Richards up and moving about; from what he had heard, he'd suffered quite a fall.

"I was told you're still in recovery, father – are you doing well?"