What are we waiting for...?

The winged male frowned some as the female looked towards him. Her eyes were devoid of emotion, of that shine of life. It was something he had seen in the slaves of Lyenne time and time again after their spirits had been broken. He furrowed his brow, ears twitching as he caught the quiet words that she spoke. She definitely seemed to be broken, her body language suggesting the same sort of thing. His ears lowered and he came closer, though he was still mindful to give her a little bit of space. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable... if she even felt that anymore.

"That's not for me to decide." The male said softly. "Someone hurt you, didn't they? Broke your spirit." He came to a stop about a full size wolf length from her and moved to the edge of the lake to sit down on more solid ground. His expression softened and Gav tilted his head to the side. "They're wrong, you know." The winged male offered a sad smile.

"My name is Gavroche, by the way. What's your name?"