Hideaway Strath Lend me a helping hand

Her emotion weighed heavy in the air. 
Her admission of not having this for so long weighed on her heart and mind.
Derg smiled and nodded softly.
The ever understanding Overseer.

She drifted closer, tongue lapping over his ear ruined by a dark wraith in dark woods.
As she turned, he spoke, "You'll always be accepted here."
He let her leave. She didn't want to be known as an emotional wreck. Nor would he ever call her such. But that's what she'd see herself as.
He licked his lips and stood, wandering off to find either Arlette or a duty to carry out.