Sher had been looking straight ahead and hadn't at first noticed her attention on him. His own thoughts lost in some dark place. The fear that dwelled just bellow the surface that he was going to loose his home and see his mother and sisters sent to some work camp. His father having found the hidden coins he'd set aside for his mother. His father coming home drunk and taking it out on his mother and sister.<br/><br/>Suddenly those dark images were swept away by long flying hair  set about a beautiful almost angelic care free face without a hint of dirt or worry or work on her face. Nothing but beauty and life. Her movements fluid and graceful, so unlike anything he'd ever seen before. He looked at her then and just caught her blush. A small smile curved his lips as he realized she'd been looking at him. He blinked. Uncertain if he should say something. He'd never noticed dirt or appearance before, but he saw the contrast of the dirt and wear on her in a way he'd never realized possible before. He reached out and lightly brushed the dirt from her hair with his fingers feeling the soft stands against his rough skin.<br/><br/>"You have dirt in your hair," he said lamely letting his hand drop away realizing his actions were wholly inappropriate. He offered her a gentle smile.