Blackfeather Woods jasmine

He watches her shrink away once more, and he feels his heart ache for her. Although he still couldn't tell what language she preferred so he stuck with the one HE preferred. "I'm sorry." He droppes his voice, and hopes to make it seem kind and undaunting. With her eyesight the way it was he was glad that she couldn't see his size, as he knew he could sometimes look very intimidating. "Please. Let me help you." He kept his voice low, hoping that she might allow him to help her. Although he realized that he had no idea where she was going, or where she had come from. Talk about the blind leading the blind. For good measure he asked in the common tongue aswell, "Let me help you."