Elijah jumped hearing someone at his door. He came to it quickly and he felt like his heart drop into the pit of his stomach. "Father Richards!" He almost called him by his first name, but he had been working mentally hard to not make that mistake. Still, it was easy to be informal when he was worried for the man who looked like something definitely happened. He helped him inside to a chair quickly so the man could catch his breath. "What has happened?" He looked at him in concern and knelt down to eye level. He didn't even notice nor care that his hand remained on his arm. If the man had been attacked, he'd find the criminal immediately for doing something against such a kind and gentle man.