By the stars he was distracting... as he came so close to her, nearly bumping into her, she had to grit her teeth to keep her mind where it belonged. He moved with such purpose and authority. He was strong, and yet... she detected a hint of vulnerability.<br/><br/>When he spoke, she could not help but hang on his words. But their meaning hit her like a brick to the face.<br/><br/>She was stunned. He wanted to leave? But why? As far as she could tell, he had been brought to this place in order to be healed. He was surely not ready to be up and about so quickly. But she could tell from even the first minute of knowing him that he was not the sort of man to simply do as he was told. He would leave with or without her.<br/><br/>She was frozen in place, her mind racing, as he moved about. She had to find a way to get him to slow down. She honestly believed that he would only be doing himself harm if he left here. What was more, she had no reason to leave this place. Nor did she desire to do so. She liked it here. It was a simple life, it was true. A life that most would dislike. Most would feel mistreated, but she enjoyed it. She loved to work, and to serve.<br/><br/>She was completely torn with indecision, and he was standing there before her, arms crossed, eyes burning into her. She didn't know what was right. She didn't know what was going on. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to help him, but how?<br/><br/>She opened her mouth to answer him, but nothing came out. Stammering, she tried again, managing only to say, "I... uh... Well, I.... I have to.... My duty is here. I have work. I have to do the laundry...."