While she at least seemed to have improve somewhat since the last time he had seen her, sleepy and teary-eyed, Miss Mason still appeared to have some trouble held deep within her. Malachi dipped his head in acknowledgement of her desire to visit Miss Harlowe.

He moved to stand as she continued, taking a few steps closer to her.

"I'm alright," he answered, noncommittal. It was not about him. When someone walked into his church, he was not the one to be focused on.

"Of course," Malachi's hands came to rest behind his back, folded loosely. "What is this problem?"