Blackfeather Woods hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way

How he had stumbled upon her was a mystery but there was no denying the odd popping of her eyes like she had come back to life from some endless slumber. It made his heart beat furiously in his chest and he approached her closer. Hey... He whispered softly. You need me to get you something? There was a rare tone of genuine concern in his voice for the deformed girl. He was kind of freaked out by the way she had woke up, all bug eyed and such.

A soft frown dug into his features but it was out of concern and lacking disappointment.