Liniwa watched as what use to be his friend, Dyami fall to the ground dead with a arrow to the heart. He was breathing heavily, he was shaking with the bow still in his hand. Committing murder was hard for him, especially on a friend. He took a few steps towards Kieara, looking at Dyami for a moment, his eyes still wide with worry and fear. Then he looked at Kieara, dropping his weapon and falling to his knees, wrapping his arms around her in a embrace as if to tell her it was OK, and to not leave. The first White woman he had met, and his first new friend since killing his friend Dyami. He was sad about it, yes, but he didn't like the thought of war and violence like this. Ripping things away from him was something he didn't like. He was only protecting what was his. Soon, Liniwa pulled away from the hug, sitting there on the ground, staring at nothing in particular.