Nylos was afraid but not of Fia. He didn't care she glared back at him. She was treating him like a possession. Like a pet not a person. He hated her. He would always hate her. He was whining and singing lightly. Bruising on his ankle and from what could be seen of his gut through the tattered shirt was bruised there too. Hair in his face just a bit but didn't hide it too much. Sniffling and crying still. Hot yet cold tears that were starting to form little ice diamonds where they fell. He scooted backwards when who he thought was Fia entered. Whimpering and curled into a tighter ball. Shaking and was whispering to himself. In Enghlish of course. "H-h-h-h-ho-hom-home. Home-ome-ome H-h-h-h-ho-home." Over and over again. Broken English filled with tormented pain.<br/><br/>He lifted his eyes and stopped crying. The aura surrounding this Fia look alike was different. Nicer and he lifted his head. One arm and hand curled against his form. He was very lost and very miserable. Not so much hurt as in confused and not understanding. He looked at Nameera. "H-h-h-hurt t-t-to?" he asks. Shaking hard. "J-j-j-jus-just w-w-wa-want h-h-ho-home." He says. Whining and pouts a bit. Sniffling a bit. "Y-y-you?" he asks. Wanting to know who she was.