Yovela sighed when he wrapped his arms around her, not struggling to get free even though she felt a little strange about him getting so close to her so soon after them meeting. Really right now she could use the comfort. Too long had she been rejected by men, she was becoming used to having that be the norm. It was good to have someone be different than that. She leaned on him, some tears rolling down her cheeks. Had she been trying to get people to like her? She wanted men to like her that was one thing she knew, but she also knew she didn't like herself very much.<br/>"I don't like myself, what can I do so I will like myself?"<br/>She did trust in the magic, it was herself that was the problem not that. She had seen from other druids the potential the magic had. Since she had trouble being what the image of what a druid should be, she always thought that something must be wrong with her.