Hoshor Plains I'm in the de-details with the devil

Dreven saw her expression and gave a soft huff of a laugh. It was not that he carried them so deeply that he did not wish to share. It was simply not something spoken of in light conversation. But she looked forlorn and rather lost. And he was about to answer her, even opened his mouth. When she began to speak.

Why do you think you'd do something wrong? He was genuinely curious. She was a little strange sure. And she had a strange hobby and proclivity for dead and wounded things. But she didn't hurt purposely and she only tried to mend at least thus far.

He blinked surprised. And where you gonna go? And how you gonna go? And who will protect you?

She was small and not very strong. And a part of him wanted to let her go and not worry. But a small part of him did. She wasas likeable as most could be to him. And he didn't want her hurt. He really shouldn't care honestly.