Ocean's Breath Plateau Sea Savior

Each piece he gave her, Witch stayed a little closer -- eventually, she was scooping them up at his paws -- and his words easily reached her ears. Cherub? That was certainly a word she didn't know, and she gave him a befuddled look. This, she found, was a good time to introduce herself, correct him. Her full name was still a bit of a mouthful for her, but she could chirp out "Witch" easy enough by now. 

                      "Www....Witttch. HH-hhhhaaaaeeezellll. Witchhazzzel."

Safe was a word she did know -- the little flower was quick enough to connect that he meant her. She was safe.

Hadn't she been safe with Steady, in the hollow group? After a slight hesitation and a last unwary look, she inched closer to his legs, aiming to press her shivering, scared and cold body against his legs. She cooed softly, ears fanning back and forth as she awaited a reaction -- should he lash out, she was tense and ready to bolt.