Kinaryth felt his eyes on her. Peering at him while trying to appear not to do so. He moved towards her and those orange eyes of his both fascinated and scared her. She hadn't seen many people with other than ordinary eye colors before. Her own light yellow eyes that blended into the medium purple rings around her pupils were unique. Her mentor said they were a sign of powerful magic. Rigid testing proved this to be true. However, her powerful magic lay only in healing magic. She turned deep red as she felt his gaze going over her and squirmed a tiny bit in shy discomfort. Her entire form a deep red shade until he looked away. He got up and she sat up. Still hugging the blanket to her bare breasts. She watched the dark man who had clearly, or so she was assuming, tended to her injury. That alone confused the hell out of her. Why did he do that? If he was the one who did that...and he was a Hyor...why did he make her better. Upon that thought she peered down and studied the medical attention she had been given. She touched it tenderly. It was a pretty good job tending to the wound.<br/><br/>She moved her gaze to him again. Watching him moving around and tried to avoid staring. He was darkly handsome and the fact she noticed that scared the hell out of her. Sorrow stayed in her eyes yet her youthful curiousity had her merely studying the man in the room. She watched the moonlight hitting his hair. It was such an interesting shade. Beautiful looking too if she allowed her sad thoughts to go there. Which obviously she had or she wouldn't have thought it. She bites her lower lip in nervous fear. What was going to happen. "Hi. Its Kinaryth." She says softly. Shifting a bit. Unused to being called little one. His voice was too nice and she didn't like that fact. It was beautiful sounding. Her own soft and almost angelic in purity and beauty.