Once he could breath, he looked up at her. She looked like a mess. He frowned when he saw the blood. It was probably from the rock earlier. That damn people were just horrible. There anger and hatred was just the worst thing he'd ever seen. He was studying her when he realized that she was looking at him oddly. She looked like she was either in awe or frightened by him.<br/><br/>He was confused by her confusion. Her body started failing her. He panicked for a moment when she let out the gargle. She'd done too much. She was tired. Her question was actually sort of hurtful. He was not tormenting her. He was helping her. He caught her when she lost consciousness.<br/><br/>He pick her up. She was so small. I mean, he was thin but she was just...<span style="font-style: italic">little</span>. She weighed almost nothing. She needed rest. He nodded to himself and carried her home. Mama wouldn't turn her away.