Try to calm her

You hardly fear the skinny redhead, but you don't want the poor lass to go crazy like this. "Cecily, Sister Cecily, stymie this wrath, I beg of you. I'm no test, just a man like any other. It was pure coincidence that the snowstorm brought me here, nothing more. And when the storm lets up, I'll be on my way. So please, try to calm down from this pointless anger." Cecily's anger drops a bit but she's still crying. "No, there is no such thing as coincidence. He brought you here for a reason, and that's to test my will and devotion. And I'm failing. Do you know how much my heart, cruel and vicious as it is, sank when you said 'I'll be on my way', how much it ached? I'm a disgrace!" She brings her hands over her eyes, weeping softly. You move to take the girl into a hug. She tenses as you touch her, so you pull back, not wanting to overwhelm her. "Cecily, don't cry over me. I'm just a dumb boy, I'm not worth your tears." You gently tug at her arms, pulling her hands from her eyes. Tear tracks stain her thin cheeks, weaving paths through her fields of freckles.

Cecily looks up at you silently with wide, red-rimmed eyes. You lose yourself in the gentle green pools which stare back at you so innocently. You don't know how long this goes on, it could be seconds, it could be minutes. Regardless, eventually something **** in you forces action, and you pull the little nun into a soft kiss. You cautiously move your arms across her back, embracing her as you meet her trembling lips.