You... You saved me. Why?
"Why not?" i look away not wanting to make eye contact
Brent reaches out his hand towards her face, gently turning her head so that their eyes meet Look at me, Reagan. Tell me why you saved me.
"The reason doesn't matter..."
Brent's voice firmens It does matter, Reagan. It matters to me. I want to know why someone as fierce and strong as you saved a stranger like me.
"sigh...because I can't stand back when someone needs help." I snap and pull away from you "And now i think you're over staying.. i should get going.. goodbye."
Brent grabs her arm gently, stopping her from leaving Reagan, please... Don't go. Let me help you.
"Let you help me?! Are you even realizing how weak your species is right now?!" i ask sarcastically looking around our surroundings
Brent takes a deep breath, his voice firm and unwavering Yes, my species may be weak in this moment, but we are fighters.
"And im proud to say im stronger than you guys! And therefore cannot stay in one place for too long because of people like me coming after you.."
Brent releases her arm and steps closer, a determined look in his eyes Reagan, I don't care about the risks.
Brent steps even closer, his voice filled with determination Reagan, I don't care about the risks because I've never been one to back down.
"Hmph," I scoff looking over at you "Don't get hurt because of your actions."
Brent reaches out his hand again, but this time he cups her cheek gently Reagan, I promise you, I won't let anything happen to you. Trust me.
"Fine.. just don't make me regret this."
Brent's eyes soften, filled with determination Reagan, trust me, I won't let you down. Let me help you, and together we can face whatever comes our way.
"Yeah yeah.. Lead the way."
Brent places a gentle kiss on her lips Thank you, Reagan. I won't forget this. Let's go.
"Yeah okay." i roll my eyes and take off walking
Brent follows her, keeping a close eye on their surroundings Stay alert, Reagan. We don't know what dangers lie ahead.
Brent's eyes narrow as he spots a group of dire wolves lurking in the distance Reagan, hold on.
Brent reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small vial of healing potion Drink this, Reagan. It will give you strength and protection.
Brent firmly holds her arm and forces her to drink the potion Reagan, trust me. It will help you. Just take it and trust me.
"Ow.." i complain softly biting my lip drinking it
Brent watches as the potion begins to work its magic, seeing the strength and energy surge through her body There, that should help.
"Hmph..." i scoff trying to hide how weak i felt just a minute ago and now feeling better
Brent takes out his sword and moves forward cautiously, scanning the area for any signs of danger Stay close, Reagan.