Wapun Meadow be gentle as you tear me apart

he seemed subdued then, but that didn't ease the lingering fear and tension inside of her. she sat too, though left a wide enough birth to escape incase the beast decided to reveal its fangs once more. she eyed him skeptically, her lips pursed for a moment as she debated on answering him. 

she does. perhaps she's morbidly curious about a man so dark and jagged, and maybe she foolishly wonders if there's anything beneath all that doom and gloom that's worthwhile. 

"i am, yes." she spoke softly, warily. for a second, she wonders if she should lie, maybe say someone else is close by. but this man doesn't seem dull, and she didn't wish to irritate him further. "why are you alone? you don't...have anyone?"