"I can't leave -- what do you mean by 'here'?" Arialla gestured to the area around her in a circle. She had an inkling of what Samuel meant, of course, but she didn't want to believe it, so she would make him clarify. "I thought you said we could go somewhere better ... which, I admit, does appeal. I can't say I really trust you -- no offense -- but I suppose there's no point in hanging around here, either."
She didn't want to say so, but she could really use that drink, actually. And maybe a change of clothes -- something more practical for the environment, if she were going to be stuck here. As soon as she had that thought, she rejected it. No, she was not going to be stuck here. She needed to be home in time for evening prayers. Her family would be worried about her ...
Taking a deep breath, she ran back over Samuel's words. She could see that she'd irritated him a bit, and she could understand why; calling him a demon or deserving of hell wasn't exactly a compliment.
"I'll go with you," she declared, and then, a little more shyly, "If you're still willing, of course."
She didn't want to say so, but she could really use that drink, actually. And maybe a change of clothes -- something more practical for the environment, if she were going to be stuck here. As soon as she had that thought, she rejected it. No, she was not going to be stuck here. She needed to be home in time for evening prayers. Her family would be worried about her ...
Taking a deep breath, she ran back over Samuel's words. She could see that she'd irritated him a bit, and she could understand why; calling him a demon or deserving of hell wasn't exactly a compliment.
"I'll go with you," she declared, and then, a little more shyly, "If you're still willing, of course."
