In a flash of light, a hand stretches towards her and grips tightly to her.
“Hold on!” his words felt warm and true, she responded in obedience because it was convenient. Alistair pulled her back inside, it was hard but he would not give up. Inside, both of them rest for a breather. Surprised, she stares at him confused.
“Huh. You must be the silent type, that's fine…” He lifts himself back up and stretches his arms before walking away. As he motions himself to leave the girl stops him halfway confused and shocked.
“Wait!” Alistair stops and looks back at her. She gulps while searching for the courage to speak.
“Who do you think you are! bursting into someone else's home and having your way with everyone and everything as if you had any right!” Alistair’s eyes widen and so he approaches her. She closes her eyes, scared
“I should’ve remained quiet... so stupid!” Once again she finds herself surprised. Alistair approached her and hugged her. Up close he said:
“I’m sorry, but this was not home. You looked so scared as you laid on top of that bloody altar.” He let her go and turned his back.
“As far as I know, home is not a place…it’s a feeling. But it's ok now, you're free to go and search for a home, just stay safe alright. Oh! And you might want to get rid of that old cloak before wandering off.”Gazing at him as he leaves, her eyes begin to water, and think:
“What is this kindness, this warmth? It's... ” Snapping back to reality she realizes, her body moved on its own, it seems she was trying to reach out for him. Hastily she hid her arms on her back before he would realize.
“I... wouldn’t know where to go.” Alistair turns his back and smiles at her
“Why don’t we head into town, maybe you could start there.” He grabs her hand and together leaves the desecrated temple behind. Just seconds after leaving the place, far off she gazes back not nostalgic but relieved. She then lets go of her cloak and walks forward and behind Alistair as he guides her to a brand new start.
WC:385