" And I didn't know who you were or who was with you. I had a right to defend myself," she told him, looking at him. " Honestly, thirds worked is harsh and it's getting really hard to trust men..." Brena listened to him, although she didn't want to and finally sat back for a moment to grab a piece of gauze and apply ointment to it. " We were both obviously thinking the same thing though... We wanted to protect something."<br/><br/>Suddenly she remembered that little girl and her heart started to break. She wanted to go back now, to make sure she was okay, but her mind told her they were dead. It was probably best to think that way.<br/><br/>Brena looked at him, stepping back as he stood and she saw the tears on his face. If times were different, she would have thought him weak... but times were hard. She looked down at his hand, her eyes outlining his hand slowly before she raised her hand slowly and took his. Her eyes shot up to meet his but she didn't smile. " My name is-" she started, but the pitter patter of little feet cut her off. She forced a smile, but it was based off a laugh on bad timing. "It's nice to meet your daughter. She seems very sweet."