"Alright. Just, if you need help call. I'm only outside..." on impulse Kila reached out and hugged him and then nodded towards the house, probably even more nervous and anxious than he was. She had seen how his arm had bled earlier, and it had happened because a previous wound opened. And from the look in his eyes and how he warned her about him, who she knew had to be a male guardian, she could tell he was abused. As much as the school kids were tortourous she was sure that they never inflicted that kind of damage, because they didn't want there to be any snitches. Kila felt for Trace, and that was a feat, she had been told that she was frigid, an ice queen, that her viens pumped ice water. Even if what they said was true it had hurt her very much to hear her own mother berate her for it. The kid had it rough, and there was no way that he would survive in this enviornment, because the strong stepped on and over the weak; he would've been an unlucky one, but now he was under her care, and she wouldn't let him down. "Be careful..." she whispered as she watched him go towards the house.