Haunted Wood I can keep away the creeps

His attitude was very good-natured and Cordelia's instinct was to believe him. But she couldn't pretend like those instincts hadn't lead her to where she was now. His words were all well and good, but what he said really wouldn't matter. Aside from blatant aggression from him, the decision to go or stay would all rely on Cordelia's willingness to risk her livelihood once again.

One of the things that did stick with her was: "We aren't all doomed to repeat the same thing over and over" This was the only thing in her favor. He spoke of it in a different context but it still rang true in Cordelia's mind. How likely was it really that she would be taken again into a terrible situation like before. And was she more likely to repeat such a fate outside of this pack or within it where she knew it inhabited at least some savages? There were some that lit a torch for her in the dark, providing her food and lifting her out of the pit. There there were still those that wouldn't think twice about shoving her in once again just around the corner. But here before her was possibly another holding a torch. Would it lead her to the light, or burn her like a moth. 

"If I were to accompany you on this journey. How far would we venture? I'm in no condition to travel conveniently"