She jumped. She ducked. She looked... scared. Warden watches the girl, watches as she tries to sort out exactly how to react. In just a moment she righted herself, stepped back up, and all Warden could do was watch. Quietly, carefully watch. Thinking for a long moment, processing what exactly she was doing. She didn't know what she was scared of.
Warden's brows drew together, creasing in the middle. He couldn't help himself, no. Drawing closer, remaining light on his feet and purposeful in his steps. Watching her carefully, but with great interest. "What do you mean you're not sure?" The boy presses, stopping once more, closer to the girl. Every look was careful, measured. Curious, perhaps unyieldingly so. "Are you scared of me?" His tone was soft, not unlike his mother's. Though the words were coarser than he likely intended, the boy... well, he wants to know. He didn't think he was scary, at least.
