Overture Downs No matter where I sleep

Sorin watched her intently as she rose, seeming to want to greet him. He saw an eagerness is her gaze, an expression only brought about by the sight of loved ones. Apparently, she mistook him for someone else, for he had never met her before. He would have remembered someone so strong willed, a will that he discerned in the depths of her gaze. The eyes were windows to the soul, and in the brief moment their eyes met he saw a women who had suffered terribly and yet still fought on, a women who had been forged by the fires of incredible hardship and still had enough grit to live on, to not lose her purpose. He didn't know her, had never met her, but he already had a wealth of respect for her. He was certain, even maimed, that she was a formidable survivor.

Sorin relaxed his posture as she shrinked away from him, seeming to fear him when she realized he was not whomever she knew. He did not mean to scare her, nor did he hold any deranged wants from her. She had suffered enough. Instead, he wagged his tail briefly and smiled, mirroring her own actions and hoping to put her at ease.

"No need to worry," he responded lowly when she apologized. He understood, more the concept as opposed to the practice but he understood the mistake in her eagerness. "Sorin," he said softly as she gave her own name. He kept his eyes on her, his gaze more relaxed and open then it had been in a long time. "Tell me Liri, what brings you out on a cold night such as this. Are you looking for someone, or expecting to meet someone?" He thought it might be the case, based on her initial reaction to his appearance, but one couldn't assume.