Northstar Vale i'm so tired of eating all my misspoken words

Control was key in every situation as Sia had been taught, and the man had lost control of this situation. The woman stood in his way however. Standing between himself and the direction he wished to travel. He had no intention of wandering toward the woman, no he would take the long way around. His chest still bled profusely and the pale man was feeling light headed from the strain of his body. He needed to get out of here. Ceara wasn't listening to him, her panicked state no doubt adding to the violent act.

Stepping back, Siarut kept his green gaze firmly fixed on the woman. Her aggression was to much for him to deal with. She wasn't his family. Nor was she his friend. No this woman was a stranger to him, there was no reason to dwell on a stranger's emotions. Shacking his head, he left as quickly as he could, trying his best to ignore the pain that was blossoming in his chest. He would push through it to get home.

wrap up?