Fox's Glade Cause we both need it to forget this fear

Sorin watched her intently, seeing the struggle on her face. She seemed to be debating whether to run or not. Ultimately though, she decided to stay, for which he was glad He nodded solemnly to her answer, knowing all too well what she probably meant by the phrase. He couldn't be certain, but he had seen a hint of betrayed love in her expression when he first met her. And he saw it again, ever so briefly, as she answered.

He wasn't sure what she was looking for, in coming to him like this. Nor was he exactly sure what he wanted. He hoped, perhaps, that they could help each other heal, but it wasn't his decision alone to make, and he would respect whatever she wanted. But he did have hope, a hope that burned fiercely though he rarely allowed it to show. He did not want to pressure her, and he did not want to fully admit it to himself, lest it all come crashing down. He had wisened up to living on hope alone.

"Demons" he responded in kind, a wry grin full of bitterness playing at his lips. It seemed that they had far more in common than even he first suspected, and a flame of hope finally flickered in his solemn gaze. She was probably one of the few who might be able to fully understand what he had been through. But even though he had hope, he wasn't going to simply throw his life story at her paws. Hope had to be tempered with caution, he had discovered that lesson the hard way.

"Who are the elders you spoke of?" he asked, curious to learn more about her. From what she had alluded to, they seemed to have been a major influence on her life.