Henry jumped to his feet when he saw a figure walking toward the camp, though he reached just barely when it spoke to him. Human, it seemed. That didn’t necessarily make him safe, but they tried to bring in as many people as they could.<br/><br/>“Stay there.” He called back, running down from his post and almost colliding with Eliza. “New guy.” He explained briefly, which was enough to have her jogging after him. Henry and another guard opened the gate while Eliza approached the strange man, one hand resting cautiously on her knife.<br/><br/>“Are you wounded?” She asked, keeping her tone quiet and soothing. She’d found that stragglers could be like panicked, wild animals - one wrong move, and they’d get violent. The man in front of her certainly had the wild aspect, with his overgrown beard and his disheveled uniform. “We can find a place for you, and some new clothes.” She assured him, glancing back at Henry, who remained a few steps away, ready to fight if the new man showed even a hint of becoming angry.<br/><br/>“What’s your name?” She added, frowning slightly. She’d been lucky to find the town, she’d been near death - starving, dehydrated, a bad cut on her ribs and another on her cheek, she still had scars from both. The town had saved her life, and countless others.