Stepping through the rooms Hadley looked around. There were rags of curtains, but he needed sturdy material for the repairs. This wasn't for clothing to be used so simply. He dug around a fair bit before finding some sturdy material that didn't tear when he tugged on it. He gathered it together and looked around, realizing that he'd forgotten to bring anything with him to pack it in. A few more minutes allowed him to rig up a makeshift bag luckily, and he stuffed the fabric inside. Turning around he found Isa suddenly a lot more dangerous, a dagger strapped to her thigh. Nervously he glanced up, wondering what she was planning.
The female's words would have assured someone with more courage, but Hadley didn't know that she wasn't going to hurt him. All he could do was trust that she wouldn't. The promise not to bite or harm him ever again had him relaxing, tension draining off. Her hand reached out towards him, and Hadley gently reached out to touch her as well. He brushed the outstretched arm before pulling back again, shyly meeting her eyes. Sorry for being so stiff. Not used to not being hurt. It was a lousy excuse, but all he could offer. W-won't flinch again. At least, he'd do his best not to.
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