Gilded Bay Everything Left to Hold Onto

Fade soon?

The soft touch against his back sent goosebumps down his spine. He was not afraid but surprised and still nervous. She had chosen to approach him, but he needed to be sure of his next actions. It would either solidify in her mind that he was not to be trusted, or leave her with at least a hinting feeling that he was worth being around.

Slowly turning his head he looked over his shoulder and found her looking at the ground with a portion of the fish in her jaws. An offering he thought. He didn't need it. He wanted to refute it. She needed it far more than he did. But it was more than that, and he knew that refusing the offer would be a setback in the sliver of a connection he had built thus far.

Even though he was sitting he made a point to lower himself further as he turned his body to face her as to be less imposing. He hovered near her and the fish. Willing to take it from her jaws or pick it up off the ground, whichever she proceeded to do.