Something about him made her relax.  She beleived him.  Whether she would regret it was yet to be seen.  Men had onlyever hurt her, like the one alst night.  But then Lady Shaw had told him to do that, to hurt her, to whip her.  She whimpered, so scared but maybe he could protect her.  She nodded to him.  She would do it for him.  She as beginning to trust him.<br/><br/>"How...how can I help you Sir?" she asked him in a trembling voice, her eyes honest, curious.<br/><br/>When he offered his hand she looked at it and then at him.  She closed her eyes and placed her hand in his, "alright Sir" she whispered, dwarfed by his size, but feeling strangely protected.