Trace sat there still tucked in his arms, when she stayed back he felt a little better. When Kilauea stepped in aagain he knew he was safe for some reason. There was no way he was talking much at all right now. "T-thanks.." he managed to squeeze out before she had walked away again. 'Supper.. wounded what it would be.. better than usual I hope.' Trace thought to himself as he pulled the sketch pad back out again. The shaking in his hands made it a bit hard but he continued anyway.
'What's her father like?'he asked himself knowing well enough he would be safe as long as Kilauea was there beside him for now. One day he would stand up and fight his battles, but right now he had her help