Wolfram gives that slowly familiar nod, the one as much for himself as anyone nearby, before standing. "I hope your injuries are not so severe to keep you bedridden for long, Sir Morr. But likewise do not strain yourself to needless injury. And, officially, welcome to the Temple of the Great Falls." With his grin back on his face, the man moves to leave the room, pausing briefly at the doorway as he removes his book from where he stashed it upon entering. "Oh, and do inform Sir Leonard of the situation when he is clear-headed enough, would you? The man is in poor enough health that it's amazing he's still moving at all, but after recent events this might lend him the spring in his step he needs to keep moving. Perhaps it is the spring we all need to keep moving. Prayer is merely putting one foot after the other, in the end." The last bit comes quietly, far more to himself than Morr as he opens his book and flips to his page. Apparetly finding it, he departs as calmly as he entered.