Eirawen looked up at the stranger, a small whimper escaped her pretty lips. It was obvious that she was in a severe amount of pain, part of the flesh on her shoulder looked like it had been set on fire, a burned hand print flared against the natural pale skin on her slender shoulder. The albino managed to push herself up from the floor, took a small bowl of ice cream and poured it on her shoulder where she had been burned, wincing at the sudden change of temperature. She turned to look at the man who had saved her, a very faint smile on her face. "I-I think I will be...thank you for your help, I don't think anyone one else would have helped me expect for Jessie but she was to far away to help me..." The albino rolled her shoulder trying to forget about the pain. "Um my name is Eirawen. Um who is the guy in the cube and why did he pick on me and how did he do that...."