Jiterry with glazed eyes, Elise nodded very slowly and heard Ian tapping his fingers to thread his thoughts. "Why are you scared of me?" Ian asked with a gentle tone that he rarely used for at least a decade in human's life. Yet it was still frightening.
"The pweople in the place before told me that sorcerer would use me as a sacrifice-" her tongue slipped in nervousness. "-Mister, you are a sorcerer aren't you? Will you be using me as a sacrifice?" The small hands on her laps trembled between the silence created after her question.
Hearing no answer, her heartbeat accelerated loudly, loud enough for Ian to pick up the sound. She peeked under her head which was still bending down to read Ian's expression. But as expected with the mask in the way, she couldn't read the change in his face and feared that her words had gotten a large amount of displeasure to him.
