Fain regarded her gently as he picked up on her nervousness. He reached out lightly and gently placed his hand on her shoulder. A gesture that was all caring and gentle. Something kind and soothing that belayed his otherwise withdrawn cold demeanour. His eyes focused on hers and he said softly, "I won't hurt you, and no one else shall either. Your safe here. I swear it to you,"<br/><br/>He looked away and sighed, "I have lived here for the last three years," he said with a deep inner pain that wouldn't be evident by he otherwise neutral tone. "I came to find answers," he said softly again. He regarded her, "Have you ever wondered why were at war? Why our two races hate each other so much?" He asked and felt immensely stupid for doing so. He knew his thoughts were strange and foreign to most.<br/><br/>"My lord, please she is cold and scared," Fanicia said to him coming up to them both gently holding out her hand to Freya. "I would like to get her dressed and warm, I shall bring her to you once she is settle my lord," Fanicia said her voice gently as she smiled at Fain.<br/><br/>"Yes of course, forgive me," he said grinning lightly, he gave Freya's arm a gentle pat "I shall leave you two alone so you can dress and eat Freya, will you join me on the bridge once you are done?"