Elijah was quiet as the other spoke. His head hung low, his longer hair covering his eyes and he took a deep shaky breath.

"I should. But some small part of me always hopes as impossible as it is and wrong. I am making myself miserable dwelling on it, how can I just forget it? I really am hopeless."

He sighed and got up to get their stew and some bread rolls he had. "Dinner is ready, father .." he said softly as he kept his eyes downcast. "Do you have any advice how I might forget him? Also..ah.." he looked away timidly. "Could you warn me before Father Richards does mass? I may go elsewhere for church those days. Not that he isn't a wonderful priest!"