The bus during rush hour was packed to the brim, and even at the rear of the carriage, there was hardly any space to be found. Sherry, petite in stature, was squeezed in the middle of the crowd, her neck shrunk in so as not to move, looking like a pitiful little animal.
If Duncan hadn't seen with his own eyes how she swung a dog to topple a room full of heretics, he might have actually believed this girl was "harmless to humans and animals."
He slowly squeezed his way next to Sherry, his adult frame securing a slightly more comfortable corner for the girl, and also leaving a gap that made it easier for them to talk. Duncan sharply noticed that Sherry's body was trembling—she was nervous, even fearful to a degree.
"What are you afraid of?" he glanced at Sherry, "I'm not going to swallow you whole."
Sherry made a sad face: "You... you would need it cooked first?"
Duncan: "..."
