k. Her eyes remained fixed on his face while her hand did the job every once in

did

osely over her knees as she lazily twirled the stick. Mystified by the weight of

she watched the rise and fall of his chest beneath the frayed blankets, the way his

sion and relaxation and neve

ver ankle-deep with brows furrowed yet her mind had

d if he was

as one accustomed to lack. The sharp cut of cheekbones and firm mouth slack

. From childhood, she knew that they were abominable creatures, outcasts, lower than di

ept and live

om society, labouring in farms and mining places. Anywhere where

er come acros

ut stare at the figure. Watching him with eyes so intent it wa

k, using the edge of the stick to surreptitiously tuck away a strand

bent over l

r so men. Their weakness far superseded the strengths of men. Rocking back

oll

which means he was

muttered gazing off at the distance. At a particular scrap on

an st

h had been held at the sight of the man's lips parting to murmur something. A breath of air escap

u

ever had he moved or made more than a sound since she hauled him

was m

even closer when she saw the glimmer of canines. Like a cold splash of water splashed violently on her, Adara

nature. Yet now with his lips parted and the edges of his canines p

a monotonous grunt as he spoke... no... cried. A gentle cry for somethin

no...

and out of a feverish state. Once he was quiet but something had happened and now he wa

to raise his arm

over his skin leaving it glossy. His breath misted in heat. His eyes rolled ab

ippled on her floor. When his words tapered off to a light wheeze, she craned her head and waited for a f

h back a sweaty strand of hair from her forehead. "Yeah right... ain't nothing to be af

l th

and drifted tentatively back to the figure. How pitiful. "Hey..." she glanced at his

of course not, why you think he'll want anything to drink? Does he seem awake to you? Fool."

e. Beside it was a bowl of stew now cold and a lump of hardened bread. Adara ate while staring out the windo

shack illuminated under moonlight. It slumped to the side like a man on drugs.

, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and ladled anothe

Crouching low she knelt beside his cold face and studied him for a

ng a

g an o

n't know..."

w skin of his forehead. She touched him briefly, using the contact

ish. Hot enough t

oney to go about

care," the bowl was still cradled in her hands whilst she muttered on gazing at the window. "... he's lucky I even

rself remained crouched as she stared out the window. There was a dull awareness of his presence before her

hat he would d

fever would claim

she wa

e or die, she doubted the

im potentiall

words as her mind wheeled about the possibilities. Shifting the cold

to fr

dark eyes la

as a