Hideaway Strath Up north’s getting cold soon

It seems his deep set pools of gold are of interest to her today. He can hardly handle her gaze right now, would rather go cower away and cry for a little bit. Something he doesn’t often get the chance to do. Though he hardly finds himself with the need to cry, he thinks it would be perfectly fine if he tried every once in a while. Especially when he thinks of the how he traumatized Simmik. Though his mind is too complicated, to jumbled and mixed up. There’s one half of him that cares deeply and the other is his more savage side, telling him not to give a rats ass.

Though as Simmik stares at him and limps forward, his tougher half seems to shrink and grow at the same time. Her voice is strong, giving Donovan no room for disagreements when she tell him that she won’t go back into the pit. His more logical side doesn’t believe her for one damn second that she won’t try and escape. Yet, one side of him wants to trust her; he knows he can’t. 

He sighs to her, his heavy life fluttering close due to weariness. “You know I don’t trust a word you’re saying, right?” He says before looking back down to her. Offering a second of pause to let his words sink into her thick skull. 

“I don’t trust that you won’t escape. Not one bit. But you are injured and if I do wake up and you’re gone, you won’t be able to get out of here fast enough to get too far.” His voice is soft and tired as he speaks. He sighs once more, surely she could see his hard exterior cracking. “I won’t put you back.” Are his next words, but his voice gets unexpectedly dangerous. “But don’t mistake my kindness for weakness, Simmik.” He says as a warning. He won’t hesitate to hunt her down like an injured elk if she tried to escape.