Dustin looked at her. Shaking his head. "No. My grandmother is like ruler over this country. She has pull in places. The man who brought me here told me my grandmother has friends in all sorts of places. That this place was closest to where she lived." He said softly. He sighed as she continued. "No. I am not a necromancer. I'm a normal human. I'm just..." He looked away. "...I'm just a cutter." He whispered. "I am nothing special. The only reason I'll survive this place of nonhumans is I have a guardian angel who won't just let me die. He always keeps me from finding eternal peace. Makes it so I live. That will be the only reason this place won't be the end of me. Ask me I think the headmistress is friends with my grandmother. I don't know. I don't know anything really about the woman." He yelped and turned into a statue the second she lunged into him. Turning into a statue and shook. "Wha...what are you doing?" He asked in a confused and shaky. "What is this? What is this called?" He said. He had never once received a hug. He was shaking a bit. Was this going to hurt him. "Okay...if you let go we can be friends." He said. His breathing erratic and uneasy. He wasn't used to touches being positive. Touches equated to bad in his mind. "Is this thing you are doing going to hurt me?" He asked worriedly. He didn't know hugs were good things.