The Floodlands i shall fear no evil

It had been confirmed with her posture and wordage the predicament she was in. He wanted to look over her body to see had she been maimed in horrendous ways by whoever kept her prisoned in their customs, but she had met his face with her own gaze ; had he looked her over, the girl might shy away even more.

“I won’t,” he assured her with a promise. Hell, he didn’t know anyone around this area and rather than give the girl up, he’d want to find out as much about them as possible. “Who are your family? Do you have shelter?” Obviously she had a place to go; others scents had been upon her. But he wanted to not be physically intrusive. If she felt free enough to speak of it, then she was free to do so to him. “You do not have to hold your tongue around me, Addison. You live a different life than I.”

To assist her, he gave a piece of his own identity if it helped move her. “I an Cry.”