Mirabella stood in front of the door worriedly, waiting for someone to answer the door, only hear a voice form inside speaking quite loudly. It was Ebeneezer, speaking to who Mira assumed to be his father. He was speaking to his father, about her. Saying he would not let the opinions of the congregation stop he from doing what was right in God's eyes by saving her from her abuse. It was quiet for a moment after that and very soon she heard footsteps. Mira looked up when Ebeneezer opened the door and breathed a slight sigh of relief that he had came to the door before anyone had come to question her about her being present at the doorstep. 

She saw his smile falter and winced lightly when his fingertips brushed the fresh bruise on her cheek. It was a gentleness she was not used to. She looked at him with her bright blue eyes, an unsure look on her face, for she was truly unsure how this gentleness shown by him made her feel. She knew there was safety. But if there was anything else then she could not point it out. Not just yet anyway. 

She hesitantly reached out, nodding as she took his hand, "Very well." She followed him forward into the house carefully, looking around, her grip tightening on his hand out of nervousness, coming into the room where his father sat.