Sleepy Fox Hollow v. i'm loving your light, vulnerable

Wait is all she can do, apprehension curling in the pits of her being as she scans the shock of his features for displeasure. A wave of relief crashes over her, dizzying in its wash, as he continues on - seemingly unperturbed. 

"He saved me," she admits softly, "from a monster." A shudder shivers through her, imagining the beast's bloody gaze raking over her flesh from the trees. 

"What about you, Condatis?" She asks when the silence grows thick, as if eager to change the subject. "What brings you south?"