11-04-2008, 01:19 AM
Cain knew she was reluctant, a proud person, someone who felt as though they had to rely on themselves for everything, it was respectable, but Cain felt bad for her anyway. He helped her up, careful to stay by her side just in case she fell, his eyes meeting with hers, "Well.... I honestly don't know.... it looks about..." he glanced around her shoulder, following her tracks all of the way up and then looking back at her. "You probably walked about 30 miles.... and from the way that you were hoofing it.... you have lost track of your group..." he looked at her again for a moment, "You have great running speed... I can see it in the ground.... I'm impressed..." he paused, turning toward his wood carving, or what was left of it as he saw it get blown away by the wind, he sighed, discouraged, but now focusing upon her. "So... Why did you leave your group?"
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