Anthem of the Lonely
11-15-2015, 12:21 PM
Even before the woman peeked out at Odysseus when all he could see of her was a little fluff, he could tell he frightened her. She started noticeably and then peered out at him, her eyes widening further in fear as her gaze zeroed in on him. In an instant she recoiled further into the hollow, her terror filled voice sounding shrilly in Odysseus' ears. He'd gotten all kinds of reaction before, ranging from startled to outright aggression, but never had he encountered so much fear. It took both him and Olafur by surprise. Not knowing what else to do Odysseus sank to his belly in the hopes of appearing a little less imposing. While she may have wanted to be left alone, he couldn't in good conscience simply walk away. What little he knew was enough to illicit a stubbornness rooted in compassion. "Miss," he said as gently as his rough voice would allow. "We mean you no harm. My friend and I are healers. We came across your trail and wanted to see if there was anything we could do to help." While it was certainly hinted at, he didn't explicitly offer aid yet. Instead he chose to toss the idea out there and give her a moment to absorb his words. He didn't know if they would lessen her fear, but he hoped they would. Olafur slid off his friend's back and sat down beside him. His supplies still clutched to his chest, the macaque craned his neck to the side in the hopes that he could get a glimpse inside, but he made no move forward. He wasn't as good at patience as Odysseus, but in this instance he was going to strive to be just as patient. |