[All she can really do it tuck against him. Fresh traumas play through her mind behind closed eyes as she fights to stay calm. He wasn't acting like those men, he was helping. He is trying to help...h-he is....he is...right? She wished her Papa was here. She'd know she was safe then.]

[She ends up kind of clinging to Lea, trembling softly in his arms. She's a tiny thing, no older than eight or nine in appearance, but small even for her age. She'll be a petite one when she grows up.]

[And Lea will note one other thing. There's blood on her left shoulder too...and it's probably starting to seep from her clothes to his. Good thing he's still in black, she'd have ruined his new, more colorful wardrobe.]