Franklin looked down to her. "What is it Miluiel?" His face showed genuine concern for his new friend. Puzzled, he waited for her answer, hoping it wasn't something he had said that had upset her. "I just ment that maybe there is a chance that another of your kind exist at the haven. We can't lose hope." He had hoped against hope that another like her did exist. How could he tell her how he felt when earlier that night she had made the comment about them being two completly diffrent people.