Cheroki thought it over. "It’s not possible for you to make a good confession while you’re in this condition. And it wouldn’t be proper for me to absolve you when you’re not in your right mind." Seeing Francis wince, the priest touched him reassuringly on the shoulder. "Don’t worry, son, we’ll talk it over after you’re better. I’ll hear your confession then. For the present-" He glanced nervously at the vessel containing the Eucharist. "I want you to gather up your things and return to the abbey at once."