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(323) OOC: "Pleading eyes"... How can Frosty pants say no to that? |:<
It was not like he did not want to help the young woman, it was just that he did not know how to help her. It was obvious that she did not mind his appearance, but when he saw that nothing was physically wrong, he wanted to leave. He was tired, and more over uncomfortable; he had not talked to anyone that was not his mother or sister for a long time ever since Nathaniel disappeared, and more or less wanted to keep it that way. It was better in the end, he'd tell himself, and wished his family did the same, so that nothing bad would happen to them.
He was about to turn around when she spoke, and it was only the manners that he was taught that made him stop and listen. Robert was at first stumped about how desperate she looked, and he felt a little ashamed that he had tried to leave her even after knowing that she was the one who cried, though this only showed on his face as a grimace. He frowned even further at her words, and began to rub his face to get rid of some of the sleep that hung over him, grumbling something to himself that lacked coherency to all but him. He seemed to think about it for a moment, and with a final huff, stepped back to the woman. He placed the flickering lantern on the ground near the woman, and sat down about a meter away from her.
He was silent for a few seconds, just simply lost for words. This situation was a first for him, and he was not too sure how to go about it. The Collins looked back at the girl, and asked, his words distant and tone showing how unsure he was, “What's… scaring you, miss?” He did not know if he could help her or not, but at least he could try.
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