Where was he going too go? He just always moved. Didn't have a home, camped in the wilderness. Nowhere was a permanent home. And it pained him most of the time. He had nothing to return too ever. No home, no friends, no family. He was always alone because of his life and his curse.<br/><br/>He knew he was different, he was dangerous. Too himself and everyone. And it was something that made him know he was forever alone in the world. because anyone close too him he would probably kill.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Please take me out of here."</span><br/><br/>He nodded and helped her clean up using his jacket, then dressed her in the gang clothes. he kept the jacket wrapped around her and picked her up in his arms. He walked out of the cave with her and sighed, taking her to the edge of town. He sighed and knew they needed to head to her home. So he snuck back in the back of the inn and brought her back too her room, laying her on the bed. "I'll pack everything for you." he said.