Neverwinter Forest And staying forever

She needed protection.

She needed help.

His help.

However it felt embarassing to admit, especially within the state. Miriam lowered her head, and approached the fellow, a burning desire. She knew what it was, and denied the sinful darkness to come through, but she was still a woman, an adult, who held desires. Miriam trusted Mal, as despite her yearning, the Horned God's Warriors were protectors, she trusted him to keep her at bay, to not fall for the darkness. The light to guide, and for her, he was the light.

Miriam approached closely to his side, touching if he allowed. She wasn't sure what to say, words stuck within her throat and silence overtook. Her mind was blinded by the season and thought nothing else, even if she interacted with others, her thoughts was him. The trust she held of the warrior, the hope he would protect her from other males, and keep the whole day at the edge. To keep pure, till' the day, a savior to the maiden, "I need help."

But she knew what was really wanted, but couldn't be.