Bramblepoint No one knows

[table width=85%][tr][td]Now relaxed, though still on guard as shown by the ever present drumming of her heart like a skittish bird hopping in her chest, Liri blinked owlish woodland-coloured eyes at Adrastos through the dark. 

For a moment she thought she caught a glimpse of him, of the horrible scars criss-crossing his worn, grizzled face. It was this more than anything else that calmed her. 

"I'm sure," she trails off, voice distracted with the memories. It's not said condescendingly but rather understandingly, and if the tiny woman is honest: sadly. She would not wish the hell she's seen, Adrastos has seen, on anyone. "People can be monsters," Liri adds almost absently, thinking heavily on the reality of it all. 

Liri is drawn back by his voice, captivated by the grinding stones of it and the utter shock at how long Adrastos has been alone.

"That's a long time to be by yourself," the ivory-pelted girl murmurs as a wrinkle forms between her eyes. For a brief moment she thinks back on the winter she cannot recall. 

She's unsure where his time ended and their time began.

"Did you ever get lonely?" Liri questions - partially to leave the past behind - with the naive curiosity of a child. How did others handle the loneliness of only their demons for company?[/table][/tr][/td]