Orion held his hand to his ribs. They hurt...they hurt real bad. Perhaps broken bad. He blinked and looked at her. "Why do people keep saying that???" He asked in confused frustration. "I'm just a priest who teaches the ways of the days of old. Thats all." He said. Shaking his head and moved slowly with hisses of air escaping his lips to sit at the pew nearest the altar. Looking at her. Watching her wings relaxing behind her. He looked at her as some of the bruising faded away. He still held the rib that was mending. It hurt like hell. This pain made him close his eyes for a moment. "There you go with the demi-priest thing again." He said with a sigh which was followed by a rush of air at the movement of his ribs. He tried to mask it. "My mother? I'm afraid this conversation is one I am not following. Why did a demon call be a demi-priest? Why are you calling me a demi-priest?" He asked. Looking at her. Unsure of what was remarkable. The bruising around his neck almost completely gone already. His body healing things much faster. Except that broken rib. "My rib...I think its broken." He said to himself. "I'll have to bind it with herbs to heal it soon as the pain goes down. He would go for the pouch near the alter to help the small amount of swelling but it hurt to move the side he usually bent over with. He looked at her. "I have never met my mother. My father was afraid to be near me after I turned ten." He shook his head. "My family is the church. I do not know any other family. Save the woman's voice I hear when I sleep or in need of guidance." He said softly.