Signs of a Runaway

The male became very concerned and stepped back so he could look at the girl. She was anxious, something he recalled feeling with Pied, although their courtship was a bit... different. It dawned on him instantly, like a sock in the stomach, that the yellow-eyed girl before him was young — so young that it was impossible for her to have hate a mate yet. (Well, not impossible, but it was in Kisu's mind. "No underage sex!")

"Amelie... are you all right?" He gently spoke to her, his deep voice nearly touching a whisper. "I am sorry if I have made you feel uncomfortable." Rusty ears slid back slightly. Maybe it was all too much for her. Maybe I should — no. I cannot run away on her again.