A Musebox

It's about three months into Asher Williams' first assignment as a priest. At first, the idea had been daunting, but he's found himself settling in well and he's growing increasingly fond of the people he sees every week.

At first, many of them hadn't shied away from pointing out that he's quite a bit younger than the man he'd replaced, but he's mostly proven himself to be more capable and patient than they might have expected from a man in his early 30s. He does his best to carry himself as a much older man might, even if he lets a few things like his red hair slip through.

Today, he's greeting people after mass, asking a kind old woman about her grandchildren and congratulating a new mother when he looks up and catches sight of Lassiter, throwing a small wave his way and extricating himself from his current conversation. They've only spoken a few times, but Asher likes to keep up a friendly rapport with everyone he sees regularly.