He smiled as well, and went to open the door to her, amazed at how very much like Lucy she truly looked. "For a moment, my dear, you could have been mistaken for a ghost of your mother. Do make yourself at home." He said, waving to the couch and chairs.
He honestly couldn't get over it. She was so dainty and delicate looking. That, he knew, was a trick of the eyes. She was much more strong, mentally and physically, than she looked. "You read the journal." Pure statement, leading way to her opinion of it.