<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/7b/2a/07/7b2a0723c7ba76185e522ce51fccb7d2.jpg)<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Adan Hathsin</strong></span></span></div></div>Adan looked to her with a measure of curiosity as she handled the beast who was now in her care.  She was determined, which he could appreciate, not backing down once Snowdrop attempted to establish a sort of dynamic between them.  He began to offer his assistance when Corbin appeared from his shadow wielding her things, which severed any leverage she may have gained when the horse began to show signs of unease.  Corbin retreated among the trees, allowing an opportunity for the woman to get Snowdrop under control, only it wasn’t happening as smoothly as he’d like.<br/><br/>He stepped forward, leaving little room between her back and the front of his body, reaching around to cover her hand on the reins with his own and tightening his grip to help her keep hold of the leather.  The strength of his hand helped restrain Snowdrop, who had been bucking his head.  He caught her free hand with his other, and placed it directly on top of the frightened horse’s long snout so that it was pinned between Snowdrop and his palm.  She had been whispering gentle, calming words to the beast, and Adan gave a little<em>nudge</em>to ease the tension in the animal.  He was safe from harm.  The demon bore no ill will toward any of them, particularly the lady or himself.<br/><br/>“Easy now, Snowdrop,” he murmured from close behind her, his voice serene.  The horse had settled, no longer spooked, and Adan held his hand to hers for perhaps a second longer than necessary before he pulled away, taking with him a bit of her scent.  He was reminded of how long it’d been since he had come close enough to smell a woman’s hair, or feel their skin beneath his.  Too long, perhaps, given how he lingered over the idea.<br/><br/>She apologized to Corbin, and Adan walked over to his companion, smirking knowingly.  “They should get along rather well, then, since they have that in common…,” he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial pitch, “not to mention the part about being a ‘wretched beast’.”  With his back to the lady, Adan winked at the demon before offering to take some of the burden he was carrying so they could divide the items among her saddle bags.<br/><br/>“Name is Adan, my lady, and you can call him Corbin,” he nodded to the demon as he gave her a ‘safe’ name.  Adan was the only one who knew Corbin’s full name, having used it to conjure the demon to begin with.  Adan, himself, only gave the name his foster parents granted him; the only other who knew his<em>true</em>name was the one they pursued.  His mother.  And, if I may, you are…?”