Golden Glade the escape

His voice boomed; not really, but to Camilla everything was preternaturally loud and her ears flipped back, head ducked with a light swivel as if his words would bring her harm. It was only a question. It didn't hold the anger and the loathing like the other men she had come across - but still, she did not answer him. It took a moment or two of staring before she realized he was waiting for a reply and didn't seem like he was going to give her permission to speak. Her voice burst as a quick whisper from her again - like she was a student speaking out of turn to a particularly hardnosed teacher: yes, yes, he - he must be, I ran, but I -- I'm not sure. Her answer didn't lend much in the way of direction but she was so afraid!