Silver Moraine bhagwan, hai kahaan re tu?

Speedy's brows creased in concern as she sat down in front of the sandy wolf. I'm sorry you're having a hard time, she said quietly. The statement could often be construed as an insincere form of consolation, especially when it came from someone he barely knew, but for Speedy, she really did feel that way. 

Anything I can do to help? Maybe take your mind off things? she added a minute later, giving him a warm smile. He might think it an odd offer coming from a stranger, but no one was ever really a stranger to Speedy. She had recently been described as 'overly-friendly,' and she had to agree. It was something that could potentially get her in trouble, but so far, it hadn't, so she wasn't too worried about it; maybe that was a little naive, but that was Speedy.