Her cheeks turned rosy as she blushed timidly at his words, he didn't have a reason to help her, he was helping her because it was her. But why her if he didn't have feelings for her? Because he did.
The certainty of the fact made a grin threaten to break through her lips, but the more she held it in, the redder her face became, like ripe tomato.
Her long cloak billowed around her slender form, the dark fabric blending seamlessly with the shadows of the night. Her eyes, the color of grey, gleamed with an otherworldly light as she gazed into the darkness, her thoughts swirling like the mists that danced among the trees.
"Why me?" She muttered faintly, her voice soft like a backdrop against the night.
