With Eyes Wide Open

A voice.

Faye?

No... This was a whole different soul, but one who knew his namesake. The man turned away slowly, appraising the woman before him. A voice screamed at him, telling him that he knew this being. But no. A name did not come to mind, and nor did her features really ring a bell. But her words spoke of someone that knew him, perhaps when he was in his revered state of mind. Golden eyes were indifferent as they looked at her, there was clearly a change within him. He sat up straighter, and he wasn't wiggling to and fro. No, his spine was stiff and his tail laying straight behind him. His coloured flanks only moved with his breaths, head tilting slightly to the side. "I am sorry my love, but I do not know you," he said finally, after quite a few moments of silence. He didn't want to offend the poor dear, it would seem that she had been around here a lot. Her scent and his own were mingled, claiming the land with their stench. "I do think that I should thank you, for caring for me. Tell me, did I remember anything at all?" his voice was level and calm, trying to hide the utter sadness within him. He was a very, very broken man.

Lebrah cleared his throat, his paws shuffling slightly. He could feel another onslaught of emotions, but tried to force them back behind steel walls. He would not break in front of this woman. No. There was an inner part of him that told him that he cared for this woman, but fear of losing her too suddenly clouded his mind. He grew even more stiff, teeth gritting together as he eyed her more. "Did I tell you how I got myself like that? Or how to get back?" he asked, voice cracking slightly. Oh no, it was breaking down. "Please, h-help me," he said with a slight whimper. He couldn't live like this. His breath wheezed in his throat, as if even breathing pained him. He couldn't remain in this state for long, it would surely kill him. If this woman didn't hold the answers, then he might just have to end it himself.