Woodard was already growing more and more protective of her. Joining Crawling Choas was the only option for him to think of. It was a safe guild even with his 'dark' silence or alignment. He didn't know much about the guild to make a good judgment. It just meant she was safe from everything this world had to offer. Woodard was a lean cat-like creature with his ears pinned to the top of his head and tendrils that acted like whiskers. He was built for speed but was strong enough to carry her if he needed to.
A tendril laid on her shoulder. The half-elf cried silently thinking of all those people who were killed by her father and Caspien becoming corrupted. Woodard was all she had left now. "My dear, please don't cry. I am here for what ever you need. Please, chin up," he comforted her. She looked up at her friend and sniffled with snot out of one nostril. She wiped it away.
"This was all my fault, Woodard. If I didn't lead father into this, Caspien wouldn't be in any pain. Why did I leave him? We have to go back," she begged. Woodard stayed silent, not sure how to answer this. The spirit sighed. "It's...too much for someone your age to handle. We are not strong enough to face your father. Glory, my dear, its best to forget about him," he spoke. Likely story. She puffed her cheeks with hot tears trailing down her cheeks. They heard someone coming, immediately Woodard disappeared into thin air. This left her all alone again. She curled into a ball lying aginst the tree, hoping no one would see her.