Loneliness Lingers

Roviathin would, once again, feel the heat upon his body. A small sigh escaped him, but when he heard the sounds of a woman's voice. She sounded rather hesitant when talking to him, Rovi felt a little sad, but he paid no heed and turned his cranium over to where the woman was speaking. Her voice was rather kind, and it actually made him smile nonetheless. "Zuriel..." he would speak quietly, her name running off his tongue as he kept on his gaze on, what he believed to be was her.

"Thank you for the assistance, Zuriel," he would say as his deep voice spoke to her as he wobbled to his feet, following her lead as they looked for some shade. "Ma'am...why do you even bother helping someone like me? My family is dead, so sometimes I wish I was dead too so I could be with them." He would explain as he leaned against her, but not pushing too hard on her.