<div style="text-align: justify;">Melinda frowned at the creature's words. Deep down inside, she feared what it meant. Did he mean that he would not hurt the woman anymore? Or something more sinister? Melinda feared for the other woman, and feared to ask that question. She felt like this creature before her should not be upset, or who knew what could happen.<br/><br/>Feeling the warmth that came from the creature where she said she was cold, Melinda blinked several times. What was it? Who, she didn't even know. Whatever it was, it was clearly not human. That was a given.<br/><br/>When the creature's face was revealed, Melinda took it in slowly. Her gaze moved from top to bottom on the creature's face, and she tried to make sense of it. What was it? Was it a completely otherworldly creature? Or was she seeing things because of the fever? Hesitating a little, Melinda held out a hand to touch the creature's face. Her hand moved slowly, making sure she would be able to pull it back in case the creature showed any signs of anger or discomfort.<br/><br/>No sooner did Melinda's hand touch the creature's face than her knees failed her, as though she had spent too much of her limited strength in that interaction. Holding out her hands, the girl used the creature's arms for support. "Where... are we? Who are you...?", Melinda asked, her voice faint. In her soul, fear, confusion and a deep lack of hope all twirled, some times one being more evident, sometimes other.</div>