An Angel With A Haunted Heart

The young male would look to her, a small smile on his face after trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill down his cheeks. This woman seemed rather nice and comforting, more than his own mother was. She would soon ask his name, but, he was not sure if he should say it, or leave her to tend back to her own children? A thoughtful gaze would meet the woman's, giving a soft smile to try and hide back what he was probably thinking, whether he should tell his name to her or not, he did not know as of yet. However, if he was to be under the same roof as her for a while, he might as well let her know his name.

"Sheerrun," he replied, his voice gentle and more of an audible whisper. He never spoke loud and mighty like his father, or cocky and threatening as his mother, but, he was willing to be kind and gentle to whomever he met, and to him, that meant something. "May I ask vour name, Ma'am...?" He asked, tail tucked under his leg for he always did that whenever he was nervous or frightened, his voice still being a whisper and rather quiet.