Linton and Ryan exchanged glances, their hands raised in a non-threatening manner. The girl's voice trembled slightly as she spoke, her eyes flickering with a mix of fear and uncertainty.
"We mean you no harm," Linton assured her, his voice soothing. "We found you outside, unconscious and burning with fever. We brought you here to help."
Ryan took a step forward, his tone gentle yet firm. "If we were bad people then we wouldn't have saved you so there's no need for you to use your dagger!"
The girl's grip on the daggers wavered, her gaze shifting between Linton and Ryan. She seemed to be weighing her options, torn between her instinct for self-preservation and the possibility of finding allies in these strangers.
Finally, she released a shaky breath and lowered the daggers, though she kept a wary eye on them. "Fine. But if this is some kind of trick, I won't hesitate to defend myself."
"MN.. we understand!"
