With each breath she took the burning subsided just a bit more, and soon she began to regain her normal pace of breathing. With everything calming she felt safe again, the loneliness of the alley was almost welcoming, as long as it kept everything else away. She smiled as she allowed herself to collapse to the ground, letting her legs rest some more. She leaned against the wall as she stared into the darkness of the alley, her mind clearing itself of worry.<br/><br/>She fiddled with a strand of her hair, weaving it in and out of her fingers. She felt relaxed for once in a long time, with no one around the paranoia just seemed to go away. She let out a smile as she allowed herself to fall into a daydream. Her relaxation however, did not last long, her head whipped around as a man called to her yet again.<br/><br/>Her eyes widened as she recognized this man and she scrambled away from him, desperate for a way out of his presence. Her hand clutched around the hilt of her sword, using this gesture as a threat. As he spoke however, he mood change from terror to irritation. She slowly released her hand from her sword, and began to stand up. As she brushed the dirt off her clothes she let out a small huff.<br/><br/>"Is that really it?" She looked to him with dull eyes, "You followed me so persistently just to see if I was alright?"<br/>She looked at his hand but made no move toward it, afraid that if this man would be able to feel her darkness, like so many before him had.<br/>She chortled a little as she shook her head, "That would be a first Jon. However, I find it hard to think how I fare should be any concern of yours. Even if that man had even tried to show any more hostility than he already had I would have gladly ended him right there. So you don't need to worry about me, I can handle myself thank you."