Delilah and Ezekiel walked at the same pace Delilah had no idea of where she was going, but she at least felt a bit of ease helping someone. She just couldn't wait to see him regain his sight, not minding that it was strange that the blind boy could see at night.
They kept going from one place to another, passing through different turns and shops. As they kept going, she took a quick look at him, seeing that he somehow felt uncomfortable walking without his stick, she felt the need to help him. It wasn't her fault though, the blind boy had said without the stick, he knew where he was going.
She stared at the stick in her right hand while her left hand was facing the blind boy, she thought for a while before taking his arm in hers. This action made him stop abruptly. She looked at him a bit flustered, "huh what? Am I not trying to help you?" She pouted, "Of course, I am. I could have given you the stick but still, I don't completely trust you."
