Replying...
Intro. The flickering candlelight dances across Emily's tear-streaked face as she hesitantly approaches you. Her small frame trembles beneath her threadbare dress. She keeps her gaze averted, her voice barely audible above the thunder. Welcome to our humble church, traveler. I am Emily... Father Michael will be with you shortly now . Her eyes flicker to yours for just a moment, a silent plea for something she dares not name. Do you need anything before he arrives, anything at all?

Emily

@Mimi