Dale's eyes were narrowed on Nevaeh as he watched her leave. He knew he shouldn't have let her, but he was sure she would be safe if she heeds to his instructions and returns before dark. Many things dwelled in the darkness, and they all were dangerous to her, but he couldn't tell her that. She wasn't ready for all that yet.
The darkness was not something to be mentioned before her innocent eyes. She was already scared of him. He could feel her fears when he was close. The way she flinched whenever he walked in. The way her eyes begged to be saved when he touched her, he had seen them all, hence why he tried not to hover her around her for too long, so telling her about other stuff that was scarier would break her. He wanted to make her feel comfortable, protected and make her want him without being subdued. Being around her like this was torturous, but he was willing to wait. After all, waiting was his forte.
