Everything happened so quickly. Moira could scarcely catch anything, let alone everything. A man had come out, one slinging and swinging daggers, and chased off the others that had cornered her. Pain filled howls and meaningless threats followed the terrible men. Legs shook and she found herself sinking to her knees. Her stockings caught on the rough cement of the ground and tore a little. Though she hardly cared. Her heart was still thumping so loud that it echoed in her head. A hand rested on top of her chest, right above where her corset cut off. Tears streaked down her pale cheeks as he turned and faced her.<br/><br/>Gratitude washed over her and she attempted to peel herself up from the ground but something stopped her. There was something about this man that she could not pinpoint. It frightened her. In a fit of panic she attempted to calm herself over the matter. The reason why she was so worried was because of what just happened. Her trust had been shattered for the evening and she just had not recovered from it. At least that is what she hoped it was.<br/><br/>"T-thank you," she squeaked. Still on the ground she shifted, placing her firm rear on her ankles as she sat, to give her knees a break. "I had no idea what I was going to do! You saved me." Full, pink lips trembled and she looked up at him pathetically with eyes a twinkle from tears.