<strong>Alfred "Al" Birche</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: School Hallway<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Godmother, Jin, Neela (technically)<br/><hr/>"Who says I believe?" He asked Jin, seemingly impervious to the way in which she stared at him. In truth, he was actually kind of worried by that look, but it's instinctual for him to not actually display outwardly what he's feeling inwardly. Showing weakness, from his experience, just lead to aggression against him.  "She helped<em>me</em>deal with Gwynn ap Nudd." He answered her question about what good had the 'Godmother' done.<br/><br/>Truth was, Al didn't fully trust their Godmother, either, but then again, he had a hard time trusting anyone.  He'd just accept things now, and<em>if</em>things went south, he'd rely on his cat-like wit to get out of the situation.<br/><br/>He felt her hand upon his face, and it was only because of the slow manner in which she moved that he didn't flinch away. When he felt another sort of rush from her, he became further conflicted. This felt good, and he's not used to feeling good. Part of him wonders if this is not some sort of trap; but mostly, he wanted to actually get closer, and stick around her longer. He felt safe around her. And that was a rare, rare thing to this particular child.