Lucretia was not only stunned to find out that her daughter was not actually dead, but even more stunned to find her. For as soon as she left the Red Dragon Inn, she came to see her across the street, asking around for a Lucy.
Of course, no one around her knew a Lucy, but a Lucretia, or Renna, they would know exactly of whom she was trying to find. A mixed emotions of nervousness, happiness and sorrow grew up to swell within her stomach. She had so many questions to ask her adopted child, but at the same time, wished not to know her. For Emma was better off without her. But still, she felt relieved that she did not actually kill her, and still, the day hit her haunts her.

But what as of late? When she saw a ghostly figure of Emma missing one leg, she looked deffinately dead, she was in the spirit world. Was this person an imposter? Was Lucretia's mind playing tricks? Or was the ghosts of the many she had killed, playing with her mind? Lucretia had no idea what to do, and did the only thing she thought was best for her Daughter, to stay away.

"Please! Do you know a Lucy Ren?" Came Emma's cry, as Lucretia froze up, her hood was hiding her face to prevent Emma from recognising her from behind, but now she was talking directly TOO Lucretia.
"That person died." Lucretia spoke, purposely lowering her voice to a grumble.
The girl then stood shocked. "But someone said they say here he-"
"Not now child! I am busy!" And with that Lucretia with her back still turned, walked away.
For a moment, Emma stood there, almost, stareing at the black cloaked form, in thought. But then, shook her head, no, that could not have been her Mother.