There it was again, that same sorry look on her face that told him there was more going on in that head of hers then he realized. Cyrus kept a good watch on her, doing his best to read every expression. But she kept hiding away from him. Not that he could blame her. They had only just met of course. It would take time for her to come out of her shell. Well fret not. I'm sure that your past will come back to you eventually.

There was a softness to his voice and expression that wasn't seen often. But what could he say? Pretty soft hearted girls were a point of passion for him. Not in the romantic way, no. Just in the chivalrous protector kind of way. Such was the nature of the big brute deep down. Where are you heading from here? Or do you plan to stay? Perhaps he should keep a watch over her until she made up her mind. If Cvetka ever did.