Eleanor nods as Vela explains it all the woman now, more so than ever, certain that such a driven and independent young woman would be an excellent influence on her romantic of a daughter. "Well, it sounds like you showed them sure enough my love." Eleanor says with a smile that was as proud as any a mother might give to a daughter.

"Oh, is he out there again? I've no idea what he is doing but likely something to do with fire. The man is fixated on it, I hope that something draws him away before it consumes him like it did..." She trails off. "Well, it's a nasty thought." Vela would likely remember the tragedy that had broken the poor man well. That he'd started the fire that had wound up consuming his entire family.