Wheeling Gull Isle but i just can't believe him

'I expect to be called upon for the things you need.' Somehow, the way Bartholomew said those words made them sound like a command. Like Perdition would be forced to call upon this priest for things at all hours of the day. A ridiculous thought, but one that he could not shake. He knew that the man was only being kind.

"Yes," he said, quietly. "Thank you." He took a breath. "I should... go and rest now. I'm still... exhausted." He turned toward Bartholomew, finally tearing his electric gaze away from the sea, and gave him a questioning look, wondering if he was allowed to go now.