Nyx looked up at him. "They aren't very nice most of the time," She whispered back. "I don't know how you could protect me; you look very strong." Nyx gently touched his forearm with her pale fingers, not caring about how gross her fingernails are. She enjoyed Chase gently stroking her hair, she started to purr like a cat; which she practiced for years to make it sound real.<br/><br/>Slowly she wrapped her arms back around him tightly, but gently. "They don't like being touched or talked to by anyone but me, so I can't think of how you would be able to protect me." She sighed and tested her face against his chest.