[ Carefully, with a meticulous consideration she shifts her hand down to his, settles with her wrist over his, and her fingers laying a top his, softly, softly, she is so new to these tender things. Friendship seemed such fragile thing, all glass like, with the light shining through, beautiful but easily shattered.

Her eyes closed, content in the quiet. Takes her time before she speaks, because it's rattling around in her head, nothing she'd admit to the others, outside of this. ]

I don't know why I was so naive... I knew the people were scared of us, but I thought... some how, that if we helped, maybe, maybe it would be alright in the end.