Cedar Sweep If it's true

Was he offering honest reassurance? She tilted her head up the slightest bit- but in not knowing the glisten of his eyes or the way his mouth might betray him, Oryx couldn't be sure if he was merely pulling her along on a thread, or if he honestly meant her no harm. The small damsel had seen more of the former- wolves who might use sweetness and charm to beguile a lone creature such as herself into a false sense of security but still...There was something that could have been reassuring about him. The dark, velveteen tones of his voice, the shameless strength he possessed, and how it made him mightier all for knowing that he was capable of destroying a little ragdoll such as herself without even raising his heartbeat. But perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't made any hostile moves, in spite of his potential, that led her to be at least mildly calmed, and willing to speak. 

"Her," She began, and she swallowed. Should she be giving her friend's name? Or had something happened to her? But....There had been no trace of blood, no signs of a struggle, no reason for Oryx to believe that any harm had become of her. "Her name is Arlette."