Cerise carried him trying to be gentle as she walked to not hurt him any further. So he took care of himself? He must be a street urchin. What was she to do? All her senses was telling her to take him in, give him the care he needed. But she wasn't sure he would go for that. Maybe she would bring it up once they got to know each other better. "I'm sorry you are hurting so much, and that you are all alone but...things will be better for you. I promise. The salve should help the burns. And I will do my best to make you feel comfortable."<br/>It was quite a ways to her home. She lived with a roommate in town. She hated to see him wince every time she hit a bump. The poor thing. Those stupid drug pushers, they would never know how they hurt this poor boy. "Do you really hate living alone? The government, is sure to find you someday and force you to go to foster homes. I really don't want that to happen to you. I feel...like I want to protect you."<br/>She took a deep breath, it felt too soon to say the things that she was saying. The boy probably didn't trust her that much to want to be taken in by her. She would have to gain his trust.