"I think just as high of your actions as they deserve. We've all done things we didn't necessarily wish to do in the past. And even if your reasons weren't entirely, ah, altruistic, they still brought good with them, in more than one way. Actions aren't entirely a matter of black and white - we shouldn't hold ourselves to the restrictions that things we do are bad, or good. We can always strive to be better, but sometimes it's good enough to be... well, good enough."

It's a small sermon, something he's apt to fall into if given half a chance, but at least his aren't the fire and brimstone kind of many other priests. His focus has always been guiding people to find the good in life, helping their fellow man, and make the future a little better than the present is. In the village, it's hard to do sometimes, what with everything that's been thrown at them over the months he's been there. Even he's given in to sadness and misery on occasion. But if it applies to others, it also applies to him: he needs to see the good he does, or at least tries to do, and accept what good he does even as he strives to be better. A humble goal, but a humble goal is really more his speed.

Still, Margaery didn't deserve to have him fall into preaching mode, and when he realizes he's dropped into it, he blushes just a bit and looks briefly down before meeting her eyes again. "Sorry about that - old habit, you understand." The cross of twigs around his neck would give anyone from Earth a clue as to how that happened and what he means by an "old habit," but Margaery might read it as a religious symbol anyway. "I believe so, yes - some were found between our houses, and a very controlled burn got rid of them. He used to help me with acquiring firewood for my furnace; I'm afraid I'm not very useful in 'roughing it,' as they say. It's certainly good to know that anyone else caught by this will be treated quickly, thanks to your efforts."