Her coat was soaking wet and yet this male decided that he wanted to lay next to her and lick her being. The Femme didn’t know whether to cover her private area or prey that it was just a dream. She was so used to being taken advantage of that it was so hard for her to determine if others were truly her friend or not. He asked where home was and honestly she hoped that Nim truly meant her pack was now Murina’s home. ”I...i..it wi...will be h...h..ha..hard f...f..fo...fo….for me to s..s...s...say!” The small femme whined at him and uncharacteristically turned her head towards him, hoping he would see how afraid she was of his touching her being portrayed through her eyes, though her shivering dark mocha body was slowly beginning to stop shaking.

”M..m..my ho..ho...home is Cr...cr….cri...crith Th….tha….thal…” She groaned and tried to hide her petite head. Her paws swatting at her head. She wished that she could be normal, that her body wouldn’t betray her and constantly be in a state of weakness. Some moments she will have some strength, but that is only when she is alone. Whimpering again she tried one more time. ” Th...tha….thal...thalm….thalmha…..thalmhainn.”

She whimpered everything out finally and she looked up from her hiding spot under her paws. She waited for him to laugh at her, even though he had shown her that he wasn’t going to harm her, make fun of her, yet she was worried that he would change his mind and torture the poor fae.