The little dame had never been one to be considered threatening. Too bright, too small to inspire much concern. But the fear in his eyes, it made her heart ache for him. What had he endured to look at another soul like that? The poor thing…

At the very least, he wasn’t injured, though he seemed almost certain he was about to be.

Easy, easy, Kirain murmured softly. No one is going to hurt you. I promise. I’ll protect you. You’re safe now.

Her tone remained gentle, sweet, doing everything she could to be reassuring. I’m glad you aren’t injured, and I’m sorry that you’re lost. That can be very overwhelming. She tilted her head slightly, silver eyes kind. Don’t stress yourself over not remembering. Sometimes… with time to decompress, things come back on their own.

She offered him another warm smile, shifting just a little closer, not enough to crowd him, but close enough to offer comfort through presence alone.

It’s so lovely to meet you, Niyol, she continued. My pack, Camhanaich, lies to the south of here in Druids Rise, no more than a day’s walk. A small pause, hopeful but not pressing. Would you like to come with me? We have places you can stay, food to eat. You’d be safe within our borders.