The silence almost worked, but then he heard something. Elijah tilted his head trying to figure it out. Footsteps. Who was walking? It wasn't someone needing something. It kept going and it was soft. They were pacing? He became concerned when he realized where it came from. Slowly, he stood and walked to the door and froze. What would he do? He had no cure for someone who was too scared to sleep. That fantasy returned and his cheeks pinked but still he knocked on the door gentle.

"Ah.. F-father Richards?"