Blackfoot Forest We are coming home

The man stood thoughtfully for a moment, studying her face with nothing but pity. "You have been abused," he stated, not asking. Her words were meaning enough, but the way she appeared, even if just briefly, when he asked brought a frown to his own face. Her face dropped almost immediately, self-conciously. She appeared sick and frightened- but not at the scene in front of her... no it was something from her past. 

He did not assure her that he would not pair her with someone cruel. He was cruel in his own way, everyone was. But his head dipped respectfully to her request, and he motioned with his head for her to follow him. "We do not tolerate such actions here," he told her sweetly, turning and assuming that the white woman was following.