First Act 47: The Sun 4

"Uh... Elena" I stammered nervously.

"Yes?" she responded, turning her attention toward me.

"Behind you..." I muttered, slowly pointing my hands behind her. 

As she looked back, her eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the bishop. 

He stared at us like a broken old machine, his face filled with utter disbelief.

"Elena..." the bishop slowly uttered.

"Your excellency..." Elena replied, her hands wrapped around my body, tightening with nervousness. It seemed her excitement had momentarily overridden her awareness of her supposed father's presence.

"…"

Why were these two not saying anything to each other? The silence hung in the air uncomfortably, urging me to break it.

"Kuh hmm…!" I cleared my throat. 

As they stared with each other again, the bishop was the one who tried to break the tension first.

"I'm glad you're safe, Elena."