Elijah was a mess. He  couldn't handle himself any more and he wasn't able to work in his condition. Who would go to a constable for help that would burst into tears? Since his priest was gone (and even if he weren't that would open an entire new realm of problems), there was only one small possibility. He stared at the house as he walked the path to it. So much had been happening lately he felt like his head was spinning.

He wiped at his face, hoping that his tears were gone and it wasn't clear as day that he'd been crying. He surely wasn't about to tell anyone what had happened, he hoped that Ben merely had a way to help him with his stress and what to do when it felt like the world turned against you. He may suggest converting to his church, at this moment he'd almost consider it. Anything to change what was going on, though he certainly didn't want to believe his problems were divine punishment, it would make sense.

He knocked on the door softly, "hello? It's me, Elijah..."