"Sister, you have come back!"
Diana trotted closer to Aretha and clutched on her dress. She pointed toward a young woman sitting on the table at the corner of dining area with the corner of her eyes as she pulled Aretha down to reach her ear.
"She was that woman's maid," she whispered, "we found her wounded at the far corner of an alley."
"Is that so…" Aretha mumbled. The corner of her eyes took a quick glance on the young woman who seem only few years older than herself.
"Did you brought her here?" she said as she patted the girl's head.
The girl nodded. "I spotted her,and it was Priest Randall who carried her."
"How did you know she was that person's maid?"
"She was mumbling and cursing her name along the way, begging Priest Randall to protect her."
"Where's the other?"
"Cole holed up in his room, and Lucy went to see Madam Agnes."
"Can you help me a little bit, my dear?"
"What is it?"
