Kinnegar sits with his head between his knees hands covering his face sobbing as Jira speaks and when she awkwardly reaches for him he holds back no longer and wraps his arms around her squeezing tightly and buries his head in her shoulder as he continues to weep.  He gathers himself a bit and begins breathing with the help of her comfort and releasing leans back and looks straight into her eyes.<br/><br/>With a trembling voice, still trying to catch his breath, sounding like a brook running over some rocks he says,<strong>“Thank you for being there tonight.  If you hadn’t shown up when you did, I surely would have died back there with my aunt and uncle.  I still don’t know what all this is that you speak about, but I believe what you say now.  Promise you won’t leave me.”</strong><br/><br/>Taking his sleeve he wipes his nose and sniffles back some of his sorrow and fear.  He then wipes his eyes and looks into back at her again, this time with a bit more muster in his crackling voice and determination in his words.<strong>“You really know how to use that sword don’t you?  Can you teach me what you know?”</strong><br/>