Father Seraphim let out a small sigh and put his priestly smile on his face.  It was a warm smile, but there was also something distant about it.  Aleksandr resented the smile, but as the priest's son and right hand man, his father's behavior was annoyingly predictable after a while, "I'm please to meet you, Sylv.  My son and I were on our way to Monday night vespers when you stumbled into the street.  We nearly hit you.  We thought you may have been having some seizure or something," his voice was calm, which also annoyed Aleksandr.

Aleksandr was trying his hardest to keep his composure, tightening his fists as he listened to his father use his homily voice.  His father was over using the word "we" as if every action taken was a collective unit for both of them, "We brought you to the hospital...obviously," Aleksandr trailed off, unsure if he should bring up her parents being arrested or not. It might be a bit much to lay on her all at once.  There was a part of him that really wanted to just get it over with--she could handle it.  He remembered the way she spoke to him when they first met, but another part of him wanted to be gentle to her.  She had after all been through a lot.

Aleksandr glanced at his father, wondering if any more words would be spoken about last night. [@Arista]