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Aye, he murmured in response. A lemming. The worry coming off her was palpable; he cursed himself, hating how he'd yelled. He mustn't do that again. Shades of his elder brothers had come out all of a sudden, eclipsing the normally mild-mannered Pygmalion. For he was that, right? Mild-mannered, kind, gentle?

A gentleman. He should behave as such.

Please don't go away wi'out letting me know, Pyg begged softly. I want tae protect ye from anything and everything. Ye're too precious to me and this world is too cruel. It would swallow her up without a second thought, and of course she knew that. . .but she was brave. Far braver than her small frame would suggest.

She would run right into danger, he knew it. He had to protect her.