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He pauses, the boy seeming to deflate, slowly before her gaze. This gives her little comfort, however, for did she not think the man harmless before he had struck? Still, she sank a little onto her paws again, though her heart, like a frantic bird, beat in increased tempo against her chest. He reassures his ceasing aggression with words, though they to do little to calm the gamine creature, staring at him wide-eyed. She looks every bit the guilty, fearful trespasser, but when she speaks again it is to contradict her appearance.  "not trespassing." She breaths, the words barely loud enough to be heard, wishing she'd stayed cramped in the little den.