As they spent some time longer upon the hill, Alexander found that he was quite content to spend the time with Ainsley. It allowed him the time to interact with someone and for a short time to not be focusing on his current problems or anything else. Soon enough, they were heading back towards the farm. Ainsley took them a different way, one that seemed a bit easier to trek. He was glad of this. The Priest wasn't quite sure that he would have been able to as easily make it back the same way that they'd come.
The woman's voice was soon tugging at his attention. Her question was not an unusual one. In fact, it was asked nearly every day for the past week. He'd not joined Ainsley and her family for more than two or three meals. It wasn't that he didn't care for them..or that he was ungrateful for what they were doing for him. He suspected that he was just so used to the solitude that it was just easier than trying to hold conversation. However, he knew that he really should try to be more personable with them.
"I think that I would like to join you all, if that is alright." He finally answered, just after they'd entered the pastures. He waited for her as she secured the gates and only began walking again once she'd joined him. They then made their way back towards the house. It didn't seem like as long of a walk as usual and soon enough they'd reached the home.
Alexander held the door open for Ainsley and followed inside only once she was in. It did not appear that the meal was quite ready yet as the couple was still visibly preparing a few things. He informed Ainsley that he would return, that he wanted to clean up a bit before they ate. He then parted from them and headed into the spare room that they were allowing him use of. He closed the door behind him and then made his way further into the room.
Entering into the bathroom, Alexander took a washcloth that had been sitting on a small shelf and then turned the water on in the sink. The Priest soaked the material and then wrung the washcloth out, making sure that there was no excess water. He then began wiping away the plaster that Ainsley had placed upon his miscolored skin. Within a few moments the cross shaped tattoo was showing fully once again.
He sighed softly before drying his face and then tidying up a bit. Only once he was finished did he emerge from the bedroom. The table was set and Alexander made sure to offer to help before taking a seat. He missed spending time like this with his own family. The feeling only served to strengthen his resolve to make it to their home sooner rather than later. The meal began and within a few moments, Ainsley's father was speaking with Alexander. The Priest was happy to carry conversation on with the man.