A smile appeared on Ellie's face, and also behind each mask. It wasn't to show friendliness to others, nor was there any extra reason; it was merely the manifestation of joy in her heart. In Ellie's smile, all the witnesses clasped their hands in admiration, praising the miracle of the holy light, shedding joyful tears as they knelt in the radiance.
Raphael gently pushed on Ellie's back, guiding her back to her family.
"Angel!" With Ellie's call, the somber Raphael turned his head back. The little girl clasped her hands in front of her chest, her actions as standard as her family had taught her, "From now on, I will pray to the holy light day and night, praying that it will soothe your pain."
"..." Raphael reached out to touch Ellie's yellowish hair. "The holy light is proud to have you, Ellie."
