<div style="text-align: justify;">Melinda could feel the warm skin the creature had. It was odd, it was too hot for a human, but it wasn't hot enough to hurt her. More and more, Melinda was coming to terms with the fact that her savior was not human. What he was, she couldn't tell yet. It was still a mystery for Melinda. And deep down inside, she was afraid to ask.<br/><br/>Feeling the creature's arm around her waist and being pulled closer to it frightened Melinda a little, and at the same time provided her with a sense of protection she had last felt when her father was alive. <br/><br/>Being so close to the creature, Melinda could notice it was a male. Of which species, she had yet to know. But it was an impressive and strong one. His shape was too strange for her, but she would never say anything like that to a creature who had saved her life and was protecting her while she healed.<br/><br/>The creature's name made no sense for Melinda, and she shook her head. "I can't understand your language. Do you have a name I can call you?"<br/><br/>She touched her own chest, indicating the word she would say next was her own name. "Melinda". Her little hand then went to the creature's chest, and she looked up at him, hoping for something she could pronounce. It was strange, but she instinctively trusted the creature to protect her and to not hurt her. But at the same time, she didn't know if the creature understood what humans needed to survive. <br/><br/>"Do you know what I am?", she asked, softly.</div>