<div style="text-align: justify;">If Len had laughed in her face, it would probably have broken Emma even more than she was. Having her mother dead, her father having left her, Emma didn't have anyone but that man she barely knew. She wanted to please him, she wanted him to help and protect her, but she didn't feel that she could count on him. He was just a stranger, after all. But until now, she had some hope that he would at least help her get better.<br/><br/>When he walked to the backpack, Emma tensed up. What would he do? Was he going away? Was he gonna hurt her even more? She noticed that what he had was a journal. Was she supposed to use it? Would he take a look at it later? Didn't really matter, it would be good to have a journal to write on. Her fingers touched the cover softly, and then looked into Len's eyes.<br/><br/>She could notice he was different again, he was back to what he seemed to be when he walked into her room.<br/><br/>Emma wasn't sure whether or not she should trust Len, but what else was she supposed to do? She had to work with someone, and nobody else seemed to want to help, so either she forgave him or not, she couldn't really reject his help. "Very well", she replied quietly. "I guess we don't really have a choice", the girl murmured, very softly. <br/><br/>"Can we talk about something less painful, though? I don't know, anything that is not why I'm here...", she requested meekly.</div>