Rosewater Oasis Insomniac

He lent her an ear and a gaze dull as the desert dunes; lost. And then it is gone, and nothing replaces it. A cold, wall of indifference.

He looked down to the jackrabbit; caught only through swiftness. What a terrible irony, that they had been one of his favourites.

Some had done this before. Come to him with little offerings when the bosses weren't watching. Nothing ever came of it. When they pretended to be kind, it was all that much worse.

...You do not need to give me your food, miss. Whatever reservations haunted him, when he did speak, he spoke with practiced manners and soft respect. Though his gaze would not leave her once. It was afraid to.

Not her eyes, but her movements.