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The girl didn't question his explanation, so he offered no further information. Not until she asked a question that made him smile. There was something hopeful in her voice he'd picked up on. He glanced at her again and felt some concern rise in him. Was she alone? How long had she been? How long had it been since her last meal?

"Probably not," Fig replied, "One usually concedes to the other, often without bloodshed. Or such has been my experience so far." He didn't want to completely dash her hopes, so he reasoned that maybe some fight, somewhere, had once ended with a death.

"What's your name?" he asked, wanting to learn more about her now that she'd activated his protective instincts.