His body moved along with the crying spasms of his capture. His fading chuckles marked their slow but steady descent. He felt the faint touches of her tears, hitting his armor before rolling off and falling to the floor to mix with the water created by the melted snow.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Orange">W-wat d-do ya want from me?</span>"<br/><br/>His chuckling grew louder for a moment before her hand clasped his, cutting it short. It may not be a token of affection but it was such a foreign feeling. A soft hand in his, not dragging him around and telling him what to do, simply there for the sake of being there. Suddenly his machinery whirred to life. A faint beating sound, reminiscent of a heart but far too evenly paced, started to sound. Slowly a warmth started to spread from his chest out to the rest of his body. Why had his machinery activated? He hadn't willed it on.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Orange">What do ya want...[</span>"<br/><br/>His hand remained unmoving from under hers, allowing it to stay. When they landed on the wet ground he could feel the water start to soak through the leather of his armor. His legs unwrapped, like boas relaxing as he sheathed his dagger. The other hand, the one under hers lingered for a fleeting moment before finally moving away from the embrace. He stood up slowly and wiped away some of the water from his bottom before standing in front of the troll, a hand extended to help her up.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: DarkSlateBlue">I offer you a chance to live without fear. Now get up, your robes will get wet.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>