Adam
*Reid shuffles slightly closer to the elf, still focusing on his face. She truly believed the threat was gone now. Horace was a good man, she could tell that much.*

*The question struck Reid as slightly odd. Parents? Well, Reid has t exactly seen her parents for... Decades now. They didn't keep in touch. Reid didn't even know if they were alive or not. So she shook her head again, her large ears once again falling in front of her face.*
Daryl
"No...? I see... Come here, i know a place you'll like... Its got lots of kids like you. I make my rounds there as well, so i can stop and say hi... The care takers are very nice, i know them personally."
*The elf reaches out, offering to pick up the smaller girl. His movements still slow, slow so that she could react if she wishes.*
"What do you say, wanna come with me?"
Adam
*Now Reid was really confused. Kids... Like her? The kitsune knew some of her actions were... Child-like, to say the least. But how young did Horace think she was? Oh well... She supposed it wasn't important. If it became an issue later she'd clear it up.* "Ok..."

*Horace reaching out to her makes Reid withdraw slightly, but then embrace it. He means no harm, she's sure. Reid stands up and moves over to Horace, grabbing onto his shirt with her petite hands. She half- hugs him and nods to his question.*
Daryl
*Horace smiles warmly, taking the smaller girl in his arms. Her initial hesitation was expected, after all who would willingly climb into a strangers arms. Though he was glad she accepted him in the end. Slowly walking up and hugging him as he lifts her up. His arm serving as a seat for her, carrying her like a parent with their kid. The tall elf would then stand, making any final adjustments.* 
"Alright then, ready? Hold on tight..."

*The elf says, reaching behind him and pulling out the white mask from earlier. The black clad elf pulls over his hood as well, his hands still exposed as he didn't need his gloves now.*
"I'll take you somewhere safe, no need to worry."
*The thief says, beginning in a fast jog out of the alley and onto the busy market streets.*