[When he'd seen the message, it had honestly presented itself as a pretty convenient opportunity. For all that had happened on that very long and wonderfully exhausting night, he'd struggle to forget this particular companion's face, and the idea of just never talking to him again already didn't sit well with the priest.

Which, of course, makes this second meeting all the more potentially awkward. At first, Olivine has to wonder if he'd had a sister who arrived here, a twin perhaps - so his surprise at the reality is perhaps understandable.

Even so, he hasno reason to think Dohalim would be lying about this - and moreover, he's seen and heard of people turning into literal slimes over weird interactions with the Dead Zone's influence. Is this any stranger?]

Ah-- I... I see. [It's kind of funny, how night and day he is. It's not that he looks different overall, back in his usual outfit and cleaned up, but he carries himself with a calm and warm semblance compared to his formerly utter indulgence. His concern, too, is entirely too obvious.] It's nothing too troublesome, I hope? If you'd like to speak to someone, I can-- ah. That isn't why I came, granted, but it's a force of habit. If there's anything I can do to help, even beyond the concept of working here, I'm happy to do so.

[A little rambly, maybe, but he's worried. People don't usually just change like this, ok!]