Redhawk Caldera The front lines - the edge of death

She kept silent, mismatched eyes flicking up at the male beside her every now and then. How could she trust him? Sure, he may or may not have prevented an ugly scene, but she didn't actually know him. Then why did he feel so normal? As if she'd have been with him all along? The thought was ridiculous, of course; her family was where she belonged, kept in the dark forevermore. She halted when he spoke, turning to him with ears swiveling curiously about. Moonspear? Where was that?

Why would you visit again? I don't know you. She immediately told, not waiting on the rest. She barely caught the last bit, but something clicked when she did hear it. Why did you leave her? She asked.