You walk over towards Agatha and the kids once Steffon's been properly directed, rolling your shoulders.
"May I offer some assistance?" you ask the blind man.
"Oh, hello, Father Anderson. I would certainly appreciate it, thank you."
You reach down and take the table from his hands, moving it quickly into position. With your aid, Iosefka and the girls have half a dozen beds and IV stands up in short order. Iosefka wipes off her brow and regards the two rows proudly.
"Yer trip go alright?" you ask her.
"No issues, thankfully. We had a bit of trouble getting some of the supplies up the ladder, but Eileen managed it. That woman is unbelievably strong."
"Aye, she's somethin'. How about you two?" you say, turning to the girls.
"It smells," Fiddle replies. "All the dead things make everything smell awful."
Hopefully, Yharnam is as advanced in therapy as it is in candles.
"We're doing well, Father," says Emma. "Who are those men you brought with you?"
"Eileen's old friends. That one she's talkin' to is Djura and the chap that just went upstairs in Steffon. They're here ta help us."
"Daddy told us about Djura," Fiddle chimes in. "He said Djura was a 'crazy son-of-a-bitch.'"
"Well, he wasn't wrong," you say with a weak grin, "but Djura's one of the good guys. He'll protect ye, I promise."
The four of you look over your handiwork in awkward silence for a moment.
"Ye guys know that if ye ever want ta talk ta anyone, I'm here, right? I'm always willin' ta listen, no matter what it is."
"Thank you, Father," Emma replies. You fumble for something else to say before remembering that the Powder Kegs brought munchies.
"If any of ye're hungry, Steffon brought some food in those sacks over there. He says the potatoes ain't great, but there's plenty ta choose from."
The girls' eyes light up at the mention of food and they scurry over side-by-side.
"There's some water, too. Just don't drink too much," you call after them.
You and Iosefka smile as they tear into some fruit with gusto, trials and tribulations and table manners all forgotten. You frown when you realize that this is probably the only time they've gotten to be kids all night.
"How are they?" you ask the doctor.
"As far as I can tell, they're alright. They're being very helpful, but I get the sense they're trying to stay occupied so they won't have to think too hard about what happened." She sighs. "Tonight's not the hard part for them."
You nod grimly.
"And you?" you say.
"It's still overwhelming. Everything we've done, everything we're going to do. That thing outside; I can't stop thinking about how there's more of them, and we have no way of knowing where they are."
"Those things're nothin' before the power o' God. He proved it once tonight and He'll prove it again and again, no matter how many of those monsters come after us."
She walks towards the nearest corner, in which she's piled up some worn medical texts, and digs through the mess until she finds her copy of the Word. You note that the back cover still has a sizable dent in it.
"I haven't had much time to read it," she admits, "but thank you again for this. And for the cross you gave me. It feels good to know there's someone looking after you."
"Doesn't it? Whether through me or through the others, the LORD will always protect His children." You grin. "Nothin's gonna stop us. We're on a mission from God."
Comforts in Yharnam are at a premium. You're glad you could offer her one.
[] Keep talking to Iosefka
-[] About?
[] Help Steffon with turret setup
[] Speak to Eileen or Djura after they finish talking
[] Go to
-[] Grant Cathedral
-[] Old Yharnam
-[] Other (write in)
[] Write in...
