He stood quietly for a long moment. Her screams had been silenced only moments after they began and subsequently went unnoticed int he noise of the pouring rain. When she stopped screaming and stopped fighting his hand moved away, the long, dark tendrils setting her down in front of him once more. He still shook some but seemed to have calmed when she stopped her screaming. The tendrils silently retracted and his hands fell to his sides. The blank face tilted tot he side again, staring down at her. What had made her do that? What made her scream? She wasn't afraid of him it seemed...it had to be something else. His head tilted back down to the tie. He was a very curious creature but possessed an amount of ingenuity. He had to to remain illusive. He reached down, his arm elongating, never needing to kneel or bend, the limb simply growing. He took up the tie, rain water dripping from it, deep red stains turned pink by the water. His head tilted back to stare at her then back to the tie. He slowly, thoughtfully folded the cloth back up, replacing it in his coat pocket. It was obviously a bad gift but at least through his efforts he found her again, the girl those wretched townsfolk had stolen from him. His cold hand rested to the top of her hand, the fingers melded together strangely into a mitt. It seemed he didn't possess fingers when he didn't need them. He stood in silence, his hand upon her head, the screeching having shifted somewhat in her head, faint whispers hidden in the screeching but still so unrelentingly loud and incomprehensible. He slowly released her, the hand falling to his side as he turned and began off into the woods. He was retreating for the night and slowly disappeared into the foliage. This park was actually connected to the same forest his home lingered behind, giving him another path to her from the ways he'd used before. As he disappeared, so again did the screeching.