As the sound of crayons against paper filled the silence between the two Eliza seemed content. Or at least a little bit. Though on the outside she was fine on the inside she wasn't. But she wouldn't let that show.<br/><br/>Once Finn started to speak again Eliza seemed a bit bit more eager to respond. "I hope she is..I've draw a bunch.." She said lowly. Her words didn't give much context as to what was going on with her mother though she knew full and well what had happened. But it was better for her to be as vague as possible, or else she'd end up breaking down. Something she hasn't done for almost a year and doesn't plan to do any time soon.<br/><br/>Sitting there slowly the crayon stopped and Eliza began to admire the picture. It was a drawing of a chubby mermaid with wings. The drawing was mostly composed of scribbles but of everything about the drawing the wings stood out. For a child's drawing they were a bit more detailed than other elements of the picture, including the mermaid herself. Like she took her time drawing each feather, even if it still turned out sloppy it was noticeable how much more effort she put into them.<br/><br/>In the middle of staring off at the drawing Finn's words were indeed herd but they didn't get a response or reaction. At least not until a minute or two after he had finished speaking. Eliza's deep brown eyes started to well up with tears and her small body started to shake. On the verge of sobbing the child looked down so that her face was covered. "I don't want to be sad..And I don't want help or other people will be sad.." She said,her voice shaking and just barely cracking.<br/><br/>Then, right when Eliza would have bursted into tears for the first time in months, there was a knock at the door. "I'm sorry I'm late!" A tall brunette man with long hair said as he came through the door. He looked and even sounded winded. Looking towards the desks he saw Eliza, who was still looking down at her paper. With a relived sigh he held his chest before walking into the classroom. Quickly the little girl wipped her eyes and started to pack her things. "It's okay!" Eliza said cheerfully. Her attitude had done a complete 360 turn. "Mr.Finn stayed with me!" "Mr.Finn..?" The man asked curiously before looking over at the teacher.