Sierra pov...
He kept me hidden, instructing me to stay in my concealed spot until he called for me. I was grateful, so I remained obedient, praying hard that they wouldn't find me.
Suddenly, I heard his voice, the sound of the door unlocking.
"How can I help you?" he asked, and another man responded with a sneer.
"He's just a farmer's son, a worthless one at that. No point searching his place—he has no mother, no sister."
Laughter followed, and then the door slammed shut. After a few moments, his voice called out to me.
"They're gone. You can come out."
I slowly emerged from my hiding spot and saw the anger written on his face. I approached him cautiously, noticing how he was staring at his hands, lost in thought.
"You can take the room upstairs. I'll stay down here," he said without looking at me. "Once it's safe, I'll try to find some clothes for you nearby. In the meantime, you can borrow my shirt and shorts, if that's okay."
