Haunted Wood I can keep away the creeps

She was a pretty little thing. 
He looked at her with a mix of pity, pity and sadness. She was trapped here, against her will, alone. 
"You have every right not to trust me. But I'm leaving in a few days, heading north. My...intended...is a healer. I know a little bit about healing myself. I won't force you to come with me. I have no reason to hurt you." 
He grimaced inwardly, realizing he hasn't so much as told her his name. 
"My name is Memory. And yours? "