King Elk Forest Somebody clip your wings?

Her question prompted a long silence in which Grace found herself comfortable to creep closer, eventually sitting a couple feet away and rolling back onto her haunches. Her leg settled horizontally beside her, but didn't seem to bother her -- her attention, though on him, was not pressing or impatient as she awaited an answer. She knew better than any the feeling of not belonging, and at once worried thats what this soul was going through. 

                  "You have nowhere to be?"

He looked down at her with an odd look, but not one that brought forth a bad reaction as she might've expected had she thought about it: her eyes met his with a smile, and she offered him an alternative to wandering should he want it.

                                        "Silver Creek could use another protector, if you were interested in integrating."