Barrow Fields you're gonna keep my soul, it was yours to have long ago.

ingrams' gaze shifted: her claiming they were warriors did not assuage his concern, however slight, for the fact that she appeared to be alone. especially now that she had mentioned something as grim as rape. it caused a sinking in his stomach, a welt of fire in his conscience -- even though she said she wasn't alone, he didn't know if it was true. "oh." he replied, unsure of how to handle that announcement. he was not a warrior, so, he seemed woefully inadequate to handle just about any physical situation.

"you... you mentioned your sister was around? i should walk you back to her.. yeah, i'd like to do that. what's your name, anyway?" he knew it seemed a strange request, but he didn't like the idea of her being alone now that she had revealed the sour characters of the wolves around them.