Overture Downs You're picking up the pieces to the ghosts that will haunt you

Kieran could see that she was most definitely not fine. He gazed at the chocolate woman, and with a small perk of his ears, the boy padded closer, sitting down beside the stranger. He found, it times like this, that talking helped. Silence was good sometimes, but everyone needed a chance to let out their feelings.

"I find that ranting to a stranger is good. I... I speak from experience." He did not stare at her. That, alone, might make her uncomfortable, and the hunter did not want that at all. While he may not be able to help the woman with her troubles, he wanted to at least give her the chance to vent out her frustrations, her worries, her sadness. Nobody should have to keep it to themselves.