Sohalia
There are many dangerous animals around, said the stranger, and Sohalia blushed more deeply. She glanced at the trees surrounding them apprehensively, as though something might jump out at her from the depths. She felt young and silly, and very fortunate, for her travels thus far had not yielded such excitement as this.The stranger unfurled himself from his crouch. Sohalia was again struck by how much larger he was than she, and how very grateful she was that he'd come along when he did. She committed the three names to memory. "May I thank Belial for the help?" she asked shyly; now that she had calmed from her ordeal, she wished only to be polite to her other savior. Not that she had much to offer except a pat of thanks and a kind word, but... well, she tried.
"I'm - I'm okay, I think," Sohalia added, declining the offer of healing. "But thank you - and Zuriel." Having dried as much of herself as she could, she pulled the towel from around her neck and wrung out the excess water, then folded it neatly and offered it back to the man. "Or - I can hold onto it until it's dried," she offered, eager to be of some service to Deimos in return for his help. "Where are you from? I'll be sure it gets back to you."
and that's the hope I have
the only thing I know that's keeping me alive
the only thing I know that's keeping me alive
