Gilded Bay Everything Left to Hold Onto

The space that he had given her wasn't enough. She still stood there in shock and had flinted as he tossed food her way.

Much of the fish had been filleted before her. She simply needed to step forward and take it. But he knew her obstacle was him, at least mentally speaking.

With a deep breath, he turned his back to her and moved away a few more paces before taking a seat. Though his back was to her, he kept his ears peeled. He was hoping to hear the sound of her enjoying the meal.

Turning your back to an unknown individual was, at least on paper, risky. But he couldn't imagine her having the strength or desire to attach him when she could barely be in his presence. The worst that could happen would be for her to run away. Another outcome he feared.