"And here I thought the final straw was gonna be 'can I confess things other people did," Nyx teases back. There is a faint color to her too-pale cheeks, like she just doesn't have enough blood to blush. On another person it'd be a raging sign of emotion; she looks away, finally tries the bread and makes a small sound. Rosemary, real rosemary...

"I dunno what I'll end up doin' here, Father. I'm. Tired. I know you're tired too, but..."