"Elijah..." she begged in hardly more than a whisper. "Please, not 'ere..." Elijah's concern and his calm acceptance of the fact that things might not be good, made her feel grateful. She realized that if there was anyone she wanted to talk to, it was him. It also brought her even closer to tears and she really couldn't break down in the middle of the market. By tomorrow, everyone she knew would have heard about it. She bit her tongue and gripped her basket tight, fighting the tears. She had felt so alone.