It wasn't that Father O'Reilly didn't believe Solomon. Just because someone had been delirious didn't mean whatever they thought they saw wasn't very real for them. This wasn't about belief, or even about trust; this was just about helping Solomon back down to a level of anxiety his body and mind could handle.

There were dozens of reasons Father O'Reilly should still be dubious - chief among them that delirium. And there wasn't one single reason that discounted all of them. There were several.

Even delirious, Solomon wasn't the type of person to accept something at face value. He hadn't believed in God before setting eyes on Saint Gabriel, and a part of him probably hadn't even considered the Lord's existence beyond that until later. Solomon Wreath was a sorcerer, hundreds of years old, born and named long before even Father O'Reilly's grandfather was born. He wouldn't be exaggerating about the number of people who knew his original name. There was someone else, probably the girl the nurses mistook for Solomon's daughter - Valkyrie Cain, the priest remembered belatedly - who'd seen.

And there was not only precedence, there was even reason. With Saint Gabriel apparently embroiled in whatever events were taking place, it... it made sense.

Father O'Reilly found that he couldn't take his eyes off the stuffed bear.

"Well," he said after a moment. "Do you still think you aren't worth it?"