Elle was happy at first seeing the face of someone so dear to her but then it morph to worry as he was covered with blood and gashes. The last emotion that stayed on her face was a confusion, wasn't she suppose to see the criminal who had burned her family? Then why would Old John be here?
Elle stepped more forward to make sure it was him and when she indeed hadn't seen it wrong her voice called, "Old John! Is that really you?"
The old man had hung down his head on the floor all this time, never replying to anyone who had came to visit him regardless if it was the Saintess herself.
Yet upon hearing Elle's familiar voice, the man's eyes lit up and a sense of relief washed over him, "Elle, that is you Elle?" In a few days that Elle had lived in the Vernon manor, not only was she well fed and clothed well, she looked like a little angel far from how she would have appeared in the slums.
