<ul>Karyn could only glance at him with wary eyes. He was approaching and she was growing increasingly more afraid. <span style="font-style: italic">Please don't kill me. Please.</span> The breath was trapped in her lungs as she felt his hand on her back, the strength of his magic almost drowning her. The female let her head hang and closed her eyes tightly. This was not how she wanted to die. Not like this, not so pitifully.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Curisoa.</span><br/><br/>There was only silence for a moment, a rippling sensation of warmth travelling through her body. He had...healed her? Her eyes found him again, this time there was no fear, but a deep curiosity. "I'm fine," she breathed, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. He was talking about magic, about <span style="font-style: italic">his</span> magic as though it was something removed from him. It, he called it. <br/><br/>When he offered his hand, Karyn did not take it. Any contact with him would knock her breathless. Instead, she gathered her skirts and with shaky legs stood on her own. "Raj," she whispered his name, looking behind him and back to his face again. He was naive, inexperienced -- but strong. So very strong. <br/><br/>She did not trust him, but knew someone who would want to see him, question him. <br/><br/>"You should not wander around these parts like this. Muris Valley is not kind to strangers," she tried to not dwell on the fact that she had just tried to attack him herself, and failed. "I know a place where you can rest and eat, if you want to follow me." She did not wait for him, but began to make her way around the tree and down an unmarked trail, the pain in her back gone.<br/></ul>