Title: Another Day's Work? Perhaps...Perhaps Not.
Isabel Valentine - August 19, 2008 04:52 AM (GMT)
Isabel's heels lightly tapped on the floor as she moved a cart, heavy with books, along the many isles of books cases. It was at that point in the day where she was sorting and re-placing all of the books that were just checked back in. It was tidious work to be sure, but it gave her some time to think. Most often Isabel was one of two people working, since more librarians seemed to work a different shift. It wasn't often that Isabel even saw the other Librarian; merely when she passed the information counter, which wasn't very often.
Today, Isabel wore her hair down, letting the waves frame her face. She wore a knee-length skirt that almost hugged her curves, as well as a lavender blouse, nylons, and black heels. Adorning her eyes were black framed glasses, which gave her the typical appearance of a librarian. No one would ever expect that she spent her evenings fighting with vampires, feeling a sort of resentment towards them after she was attacked quite a few years back.
Isabel stopped in front of the fantasy books as she began to replace the books into their proper home slots. The shelves were actually high set up, and there was generally a stool placed at the end of every other isle for the use of the readers, but somehow the ones in that area had gone missing. This simply meant she would have to go searching for it later. She hated going out of her way to keep things in order, but she also wanted to keep her job; it paid surprisingly well.
Adrian Vega - August 19, 2008 06:11 AM (GMT)
He was stuck at the house and didn't really know where else to go and he did enjoy the quiet of the place. It was a rather nice Libary too, he wasn't big on reading unless it was something worth reading or more like if it caught his attention and the books that caught his attention were things that you'd catch a 13 year old reading not a grown man like Adrian but he didn't mind that most 60 year olds would ridicule him, even though he was legally only 26, but then the 26 year olds would be far more worse, well at least in this city.
Adrian made his way into the rather large room. It seemed the noise of the regular world didn't penertrate his walls, even he could barely hear a thing but he wasn't against the blissful silence. The fact that the libary was nearly empty, was a little depressing the things kids stopped doing for technology, but Adrian did see the few people seated at the tables.
His destination; the fantasy section. He began to search for the book, he wanted and although he should have been looking for something more mature. He found the Harry Potter series a lot more... Fun. Adrian alway prefered something that was out of this world, the supernatural world, which was rare enuogh but he knew the witches that did exist couldn't very well fly around on brooms and come back from death, no one did that.
Normally his sense would be in full effect but as he searched for his book he hadn't realized the smaller figure that he was about to walk into and probably knock down. Bam, Adrian ran into the poor girl. He quickly turned just in time to see her fall down, "Oh, I'm sorry," he whispered and went to lift back on her feet, "I didn't see you." he smiled nervously, his face blushing. If he met every girl this way he would doubt his social skills would ever improve. Earlier today was just as bad but he got a date out of it.
Isabel Valentine - August 19, 2008 06:27 AM (GMT)
Isabel fell to the floor, the book flying from her hands and hitting the floor. She fell to her rear, her shoe falling off from her leaning back on her heel and her hair falling intoher face. She grumbled lightly, blowing her hair out of her face, and then using her hand to remove her hair from her face. Next came the straightening of her glasses, before she was helped up by the person whom had knocked her down. If she hadn't been in the environment she was in, and at risk of losing her job, she would have went off on the guy.
For one, she never liked being touched (especially being knocked down), and two: she hated being unseen. She was an average height she would say for a female, and not hard to miss; hell, she worked in the library for Pete's sake. Her annoyance shown on her face as she straightened her blouse and fixed her hair, before seeing the look on the male's face. She took a deep breath and tried to control her anger for a moment. After another deep breath, she spoke. "It's fine. I'm fine."
The male did seem like he meant the apology, and there was no use in her getting angry at this point. She could just take her anger out on some baddy that night, or at least take it out on a punching bag if she was still feeling frustrated. However, she would hold a sense of calm in front of others. It would be out of character for her to snap at him, and it would draw too much attention towards them.
After sighing, she picked up the book and set it on the cart. She frowned as she took notice of the missing heel that was not on her foot. She looked about the cart, wondering where it had gotten to. Today was just not her day. She was lucky she didn't twist her ankle, but she wasn't going to bring it up. "Where the-"
Adrian Vega - August 19, 2008 07:02 AM (GMT)
She seemed a really wound up. Yeah, that's a libarian for you and he wasn't really sure, if she honestly accepted his apology but before she could ask for her shoe, he saw it on the floor and almost to quickly grabbed it from the floor, on one knee he offered her the shoe, "Here it is." letting a crooked smile replace the apologetic one that was on his face a moment ago. This Cinderella moment was quickly over and Adrian got on his feet.
He wasn't totally sure whether he should say something to the lady for just walk back to looking for the book and he was sure that she didn't want him around and all he could really do was walk away, "I'll try to watch where I'm going next time, I'm sorry Miss..." he realized he didn't get her name, "I'm sorry, May I be so honored as to know your name?" he knew sometimes he was a bit too polite but it got him out of a lot of jams.
Adrian could almost smell the anger, or it could be the agitation from her having been knocked down. He picked up a book a random book and walked off. Half down the aisle he tried to escape he realized it wasn't something he'd read and ran back to the put the book back, "Sorry." he let out a nervous laugh.
Isabel Valentine - August 19, 2008 07:15 AM (GMT)
Isabel hesitantly reached for the shoe, taking it in her grasp and leaning against a shelf to put it back on. "Thank you." He was at least polite, and even though she didn't really trust him, she felt her agitation slowly die down. It was hard to be angry with someone who was eager to express their means of no harm. She realize that she came off as the bad guy and turned her head downward for a moment. "I apologize I shouldn't have gotten as angry as I did." She looked back at him, a ghost of a smile gracing her face for nearly a moment.
"Valentine; Isabel Valentine." Isabel often recieved jokes in her childhood about cupid and Valentine's day. It got to the point where she hated her last name for a while, but since she moved on she had come to terms with it. She just avoided February merely for the jokes and attempted flirtations. "Would you like to be mine, Valentine?" "I'd like to be the saying in your Valentine." She'd heard it all. She hated having to deal with such egotism. "And you are?"
Isabel watched him walk down the Isle and then come back. Being as she was a librarian, she might as well help him find what he needed. "What are you looking for. Perhaps I can help." Isabel went to the cart momentarily, setting a group of books into their proper place. She never said she couldn't multi-task. In fact, it's one thing she was particularly good at.
Adrian Vega - August 19, 2008 07:38 AM (GMT)
"You're welcome." he let his blue eyes rest on her own brown eyes. He guess he shouldn't have assumed that her status as a libarian would automatically make her a prude and he felt very rude for assuming so. He shifted for a moment before she apologized for getting angry, he knew that first impression wasn't always everything and this proved it. She wasn't really as mean as he thought she was and then the sinking feeling hit him again. He shouldn't really be so guilty about these little things, "It's fine. After all I did bump into you." he smiled at her again. Adrian was really starting to believe that's all he could do.
He played with the book spines as she reavealed her name. Isabel Valentine, that wasn't a familiar name but for all he knew she could be a vampire, but of course she wasn't. She was very human. He could sense it, he started to trail off about her being human. That was a dumb thing to think about but he just wasn't on his game today, "I'm Adrian Vega." he grabbed her hand bent down to kiss it automatically. Sometimes he'd forget that he didn't have to do that and others times he wouldn't even think of doing it.
"Ummm, I'm not sure I want to let anyone know," he held his breath, "it's kind of embarassing." yeah, Adrian wanted to read the final Harry Potter book and it wasn't probably something he'd want to tell a libarian who has probably read hundreds of book and probably so many on the college level and not that he didn't but to admit to liking a kids book was hard to admit to complete strangers. He didn't even want to let the other pack members know. He sighed, finally let the breath he was holding in out, "The 7th Harry Potter novel." Adrian frowned a littl for letting himself tell her.
Isabel Valentine - August 19, 2008 07:52 AM (GMT)
Isabel flinched when he grabbed her hand and kissed it. She had a few quirks and human contact was one of them, at least she considered it human contact. Afterall, she had no idea that the male before her was a werewolf. Sure, Isabel knew about the existence of vampires, but since she had never came across a lycan, she assumed they didn't exist. A little skeptic on her part, but she figured it was a logical assumption. She didn't know what she would do if she found out they were actual beings. "Charmed." Isabel forced a smile to her face, to try and compensate for the previous flinch.
"Well, I would know where to find it, so you're better off just telling me." She waited patiently for his reply, and chuckled softly when he revealed the title. "It's not that embarassing. A male nearly 60 years old came in to check out one of our copies just last week. I think he just returned it actually..." Her voice trailed off slightly, as she scanned her cart for the volumes of Harry Potter she had in a stack on the middle rack. She lightly ran her fingers along the title as she found the appropriate volume.
She smiled at him, as she straightened her back and turned herself fully towards him. "Volume seven yes?" Isabel had read a lot of books in her time, and she did admit that fantasy novels were among her favorites. In fact, one of her favorite stories was about a werewolf and his battle to overcome the clan leader; he eventually became the leader of the clan at the end of the story, which she did see coming but it was amusing none the less. "Are they good books? I've never read them. I read other fantasy books myself."
Adrian Vega - August 19, 2008 10:03 PM (GMT)
Adrian had no intention of making the woman uncomfortable and he must've. It wasn't like he tried to break any personal boundries it was just something he'd do at time, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." he wasn't sure what he didn't mean to do but he was sorry he did, "make you uncomfortable." was the best way to put it into words. He didn't really like the akward situation that was unfolding but he really couldn't do much besides walking away which was rude or dealing with it and he was going to deal with it before showing any form of disrespect to the lady, "Faking smiles just makes you look like you've just had bo-tox injections," he joked and let a small laugh escape his lips, "but it's nice of you." he added.
She seemed to want to help, well it was her job and he didn't want to irritate her anymore then he already had. She laughed at him, he can't say that he didn't really see it coming, because well, it was something that most people would laugh at and he wasn't an exception to that, "A 60 year old? That makes me feel better." he sounded a bit monotone, but he was a little over 60 and he read them, so some man younger then him reading them wasn't much of a booster. He watched her fiddle with the book returns.
"Yeah. That'd be it, 'The Deathly Hallows.'" he took it from her and skimmed over a few pages and just as he about to turn around and leave, she asked about the books. Adrian couldn't really say he saw it coming and maybe it was just from pure curiousity that she asked or maybe it was to give him a hard time he really didn't know, "Actually they are. Not what I expected when I picked up the first book but they're impressive." she admitted to reading fantasy book herself and that was a relief, I guess older people did like a little magic in their lives.
His curiousity was getting the best of him, "So what kind of fantasy books do you read?" he couldn't help but to ask. Sometimes Adrian wanted to know a little more then was nessacary but he wasn't pressing her for her life story or anything. Maybe he'd make a new friend.
Isabel Valentine - August 20, 2008 03:31 AM (GMT)
Isabel waved it off, trying not to make the male feel bad for an action that was obviously impulse. He had no idea of the things she endured and she hadn't meant for it to bother her. She couldn't help it sometimes. She was so distrusting that it hurt her socialization with other people drastically. She did get quite lonely from time to time, but it was hard for her to open up to people. Last time she had, she nearly died and she could be quite paranoid when it came to meeting new people, or even getting to know someone she knew from before. It was almost as if that experience changed her entire being.
She blinked a moment, not expecting such a response to her fake smile, and she looked down, embarassed that she was caught faking her smile. She supposed sometimes she could be read just like a book; how coincidental for a librarian. She knew though, that if she really wanted to hide something, she could hide it well on her face. Her eyes, though, seemed to be her weakness to her inner being. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to flinch. Life isn't very kind to me." She was surprised she had even said that vague comment.
Isabel turned towards him again. "Well...it seems to be a story for all ages." Isabel smiled more genuinely. "I wouldn't worry about what others think. Reading is for your benefit, not others. I'll be sure to give it a read sometime, though." Isabel thought it was a very logical and helpful statement. She didn't really share her reading preferences with others, but he seemed interested in what she liked to read. She blushed a bit, wondering what he would say. She couldn't very well tell him what her original reason for reading such stories was, but she did become fascinated with other stories.
"Well...I guess you could say I read the more gothic stories; vampires, werewolves, the like...I guess you could say I'm almost obsessed with the idea of their existence." She didn't tell him the fact that she knew Vampires existed; he would think her crazy and she couldn't very well have that.
Adrian Vega - August 20, 2008 09:34 PM (GMT)
She had a reason for being a little jumpy at his gesture, life hadn't been kind to her he understood why a messed up life could make you distrusting of strangers, "Yeah, I've been there before," he paused, "where life isn't too kind to you." he remember that night, the images flashing in his head as his brother turned into a monster, slaughtering everything he ever held close. He snapped back to reality with the libarian still standing there, who he had forgotten for a moment. Life wasn't very kind to people a lot of the time and sometimes others got it the worst and he knew he got the short end of the stick.
"Oh, yeah it totally could be a story for all ages." She was right, reading really wasn't for other to judge. It was more for a person to expand their mind and vocabulary. He wasn't sure what he was doing lounging around the libary so long, he assumed getting to know the libarian was the reason and who knew when he'd see her again. He leaned against the wall of books, eyeing the different titles and authors. He did enjoy the libary.
He stood up straight when he heard her reading prefrences and he didn't know why but it made him un-comfortable, "Really? You believe those things might exist?" she was definately human but there was that random person or two who knew but it was a rarity, "I really don't read much about werewolves or vampires though I always prefered the werewolf myths." he smiled thinking of the times he'd go hunting with the alpha, werewolves were definately better then vampires.
Isabel Valentine - August 20, 2008 09:49 PM (GMT)
Isabel nodded, her thoughts traveling back to the night she was attacked. It seemed so unfair that someone so charming could nearly take your life. The again it seemed entirely logical. That was how they hunted; vampires charmed the crap out of their prey and attacked when they were completely head over heels for them. Isabel felt so stupid back then for falling under such pretenses. She allowed herself to be wooed and it ended in a disastrous coma. She still could feel the pain of his teeth ripping into her throat to take the life source that was her blood. He pinned her down, and her strength was not enough to throw him from her. She cried and screamed, and it was only a mere coincidence that someone saved her from being turned. She never got to see the face of the person who had saved her, but she was eternally grateful.
Isabel blinked as they began to speak of their reading preferences. She had to choose her words carefully. If she told too much he might just walk away, and as paranoid as she was...she did want someone to talk to. Yes, it was a bit pathetic, but she was human and even they needed someone in their life; friends, family, something. She didn't have any of that, and eventually it took it's toll on her. She didn't even have a pet to speak of. She had books, and that was about it. "Well, I like to think anything is possible."
Isabel nodded in response to his preference of werewolves. "They do hold a lot more interest to me than vampires. I sort of acquired a...distaste for the vampire stories. I guess you could call it...resentment." She nearly scolded herself for that comment. That was a bit too much information to give away, but hopefully he didn't catch on to what she was really referencing too.
Adrian Vega - August 20, 2008 10:23 PM (GMT)
It was odd, that she believed that vampires could possibly exist and that was really an odd thing to think about for a human anyways, what could she have possibly witnessed and he could tell by the tone in her voice that she believed vampires were probably real creatures, werewolves too by the way she was talking and what could he say? Admit to the existence of his kind, "Yeah a lot of things are possible, I guess." he really couldn't disagree with her, when she was right. A lot of things were possible, esspecially in this place where hell's creatures seemed to reside and infest more then any other part of the world. He got lost again in his thoughts and about the things that go bump in the night.
She just admitted to disliking vampires. Well, she admitted to disliking the stories but Adrian knew that it came from sour memories, maybe a horrifying memory. Now maybe he was crossing the line by asking but he knew when people were part of the supernatural world, "Vampire stories aren't so bad, but I'm sure you've met one before, so you know what they're really like, don't you?" he questioned her. If she was part of this world then being on her own wasn't safe. She'd need his help.
Isabel Valentine - August 20, 2008 10:33 PM (GMT)
Isabel's heart pounded as a multitude of curses entered her mind all at once. She was utterly stupid for having let her thoughts penetrate her lips and into his ears. She couldn't believe she had just allowed him to believe that she knew something. Yes, he had reacted oddly, as if he knew, but that fact didn't register to her brain. All she could think was that she had to throw him from her knowing. "What are you talking about? Me one? That's funny." Isabel briskly walked towards the cart and pulled some books from it, a lame attempt at trying to keep from the subject.
Yes she did go on nightly attacks for vampires, and she did get hurt from time to time. Was she stupid for thinking she could make a huge difference in the world by going against a few rogue vampires? Perhaps, but she didn't have much to live for anyhow. Spending the rest of her life alone, or trying to do something about the life she no longer had? At least she gave a damn about others not having to go through what she once had. "The only vampires I know of are in storybooks."
Technically that was a nearly true statement on her part. She never knew what became of the vampire that attacked her, but she didn't know anyone that was a vampire. She knew of the fictional characters that seemed to entertain a good portion of the world, but that was it. True she had read the stories to try and better her information on vampires, but a lot of it didn't sem very logical, so she had to stop reading them eventually. That's when she started to look into other mythical beings, but this was very her own amusement.
Adrian Vega - August 20, 2008 10:53 PM (GMT)
So this was going to be a cat and mouse, she wasn't going to admit to her knowing and he was going to follow her around until she cracked this was hardly a normal day for Adrian and meeting one girl he was interested in and then a human girl who knew of the supernatural world, "It would be if I was joking. What else do you know of the supernatural world?" he followed her quickly when she tried to avoid him by putting the books back in their place. Admitting to what was really out there wasn't a sin. He just told her he knew the truth and still she pretended not to know.
"Yeah, that's how everyone hears about them, but I mean the ones that exist in this world," he let his voice get quieter then it already was, "they live in this city, how do you know that they exist?" he just couldn't let himself to leave her alone in the world that she wasn't meant to be a part of and letting her get killed or fed on, would make him feel bad by not trying to keep her from the danger that it brung.
All Adrian really wondered is what she did in the supernatural world. A libarian, maybe she studied them for a book she wanted to write who knew what it was but he just couldn't let her be so stupid, sometimes he didn't understand why some of the humans who knew of them would interfere, "Look, messing with werewolves and vampires isn't very sane," Adrian got in front of her cart, keeping her from trying to avoid him.
Isabel Valentine - August 20, 2008 11:08 PM (GMT)
Isabel pursed her lips together and put the books in their place and rearranged some others on the shelf, putting them where they should have been. She didn't know how he knew about the supernatural world, but if she learned one thing about this world, it was to not reveal too much. However, she already failed at that, and she was miserably failing at redeeming herself. And to top everything off, she was becoming utterly emotional on the inside as move details of that date arose in her mind.
She still could recall every detail about that man. He had been so nice, and complimented her on things that cut deep into her. His touch was soft as velvet and his words silk to her ears. He easily picked up on her interests and pretended to share the same ones. He took her to dinner to one of her favorite restraunts, danced with her under the stars, and then asked to walk her home. It was then that he guided her towards a "shortcut" which ended up in a seemingly romantic moment gone ary. He took that chance, when she was most vulnerable to take her human ignorance of the supernatural from her and left her for dead. She almost wished she had died that day.
She looked down as the pain of the memories brought an unfelt tear down her cheek. Her hair fell in her face as she stood aross form him, the cart between them as if it were her life's guardian. Apparently, there was more than vampires in this world. It was a shock to know that werewolves existed as well, but at the moment, it was a lot to take in. "You don't know...You don't know what happened to me." She spoke in a harsh whisper, her face still out of his view.
Adrian Vega - August 21, 2008 06:23 AM (GMT)
She had put her head down and he could smell the salty tears that escaped her eyes and even though she hid it from him he knew that it wasn't curiousity that opened the door to this world but rather a tragedy that had struck her and this was her reason. Adrian didn't really know what it was that he should do now, except leift her head and look into those sad eyes, "Well, trust me. I have a pretty bad story myself." he could reassure her that she wasn't alone in the supernatural creatures ruined my life club.
"So what do you know about the supernatural world?" he knew this probably wasn't the best thing to ask about right now when she was in a very vulnerable state but he was sure that she could grow out of this, maybe even learn to live a normal life and he just couldn't very well let this human stay in the gist of it all and although he'd like to do the same with John Alden he was already in too deep, "Look, you're human and you need someone to watch your back. So you've just found yourself a gaurdian angel." now maybe he was quite the opposite but it was all very well. He just wasn't going to let her die.
Isabel Valentine - August 21, 2008 06:44 AM (GMT)
Isabel was forced to look at him, for he had turned her chin up so he could talk to her face to face. She didn't know what he had meant by what he said, but she doubted she was going to know anytime soon. She debated on whether or not she should tell him anything, but he wouldn't leave her be until she finally just gave in. "What do I know? I know vampires trick their victims into romance and then coldly try to rip it all away by ripping your throat out...Oddly enough, I figured out they can't drain you of your blood, the one that attacked me literally tore my throat open for some sort of sick pleasure."
Isabel undid the top button on her blouse and pulled the collar aside, showing him the scar that resided on her neck. There were two distinct sets of puncture wounds and then various tears and ridged scars surrounding it. The skin was still tender after all these years and tickled when she touched it, as well as almost stung. "Sunlight isn't as much as a killer for them as most people think either." Her eyes revealed years of hate and hurt in them as her eyes dried their tears. "I think that's a fair amount right there."
Isabel gave him a suspicious look, taking a step back from him; her paranoia getting the better of her. "What makes you any better?" He wasn't telling her something, and she wanted to know what it was. Call her nosey, call her paranoid, but she thought she had a good enough reason to know.
Adrian Vega - August 21, 2008 09:06 AM (GMT)
He wasn't sure how to respond to what she had told him, she wasn't in this world because of some off fascination but because someone had done something to her and that someone, or something was a vampire that thought leaving her to die was a good idea and didn't seem to get the job done. He knew what that was like, to be betrayed by someone you cared about only the person who left him for dead was his own brother he didn't really think to mention that since it wasn' t really important, "I'm sorry to hear that but bad things happen to good people, believe me. I know it's hard." he traced his shoulder for a moment.
Adrian was pleased to hear that she knew a bit more about vampires then most and that really was a fair amount of information for any person that was mortal, "Yeah, that really is a fair amount. I'm sorry that you were attacked like that," he looked at the wound on her neck, it didn't make him shiver but a chill ran down his spine. It was something that made him angry, this was the reason that Adrian had a distaste for vampires and even though some he could bear, it was just a species he didn't want to be near.
"What makes me better?" he repeated the question, "well, I don't know if you'd believe me... I'm," he really wasn't willing to just blurt his secret out like that to a stranger, "a lot stronger then a regular person." so he lied. It wasn't like she automatically had a right to know that he was a werewolf and granted he did want to let her know but it wasn't something he could let her in on right now.
Now if he could get her alone for a moment to really get to know how involved she's gotten into it. He didn't know why but this was something people didn't find out about each other within 5 minutes of meeting but everything had it's reason and he wasn't one to question it, "Can we meet somewhere alone?" he asked the petite libarian. He was rather calm about it all, he was worried and panicked for her on the inside but on the exterior he was so cool.
Isabel Valentine - August 21, 2008 09:24 AM (GMT)
Isabel had merely told him one little section of her hard life. She wasn't about to go into the fact that she lost the only two people important to her to some freak fire accident. She was more than convinced these days that it was the work of some supernatural being. Who or what it was, she did not know, and she probably never will. But the fact that her parents died under such circumstances hurt matters worse sometimes. She would give anything to have afternoon tea with her mother, or work with her father in the barn. She wished she could go back and hug her parents as tight as she could and never let go. But, things never turn out how you want them to, and you just have to move forward.
Isabel let out a small chuckle. "You weren't there, so you're not at fault. I'm the only one to blame, really." She supposed that she was so eager to move on and find someone to fill that void in her life that it only lead to more pain and sorrow...not to mention a vegence in her heart that may never be settled. But, she was not someone who could just kill a vmapire and be done with it. It would have to be "him" that was killed before she could even consider going back to a normal life, which she doubted she could at this point. However, she knew it would relieve a great amount of stress on her part, maybe even some resolution.
She quirked her eyebrow wondering what he was getting at. "Stronger than a regular person...uhh okay." He was definately keeping something from her and she didn't like that thought one bit. Her paranoia rang in the back of her mind sending up flares of danger that she wanted to follow, but something prevented her from doing so. Though she wouldn't admit it, she was fascinated by this male, and that took a lot for Isabel. She often found most people dull and too ordinary. She supposed it came with knowing something not most humans knew, and that made all other life experiences unimportant and feeble.
More danger signals flared as he asked to meet her alone. That pang of fear entered her being as she recalled that same memory from her past. She backed up even more to the point where her ack was against one of the bookcases that lined the entirity of the library. "Why should I trust you? What reason do I have to let down my guard and be in a secluded place with just you for company?" She didn't mean for it to come off as harsh and...bitchy as it did. She merely wanted to know how she could trust him. She needed a concrete reason, otherwise she would run and hide for the sake of her being.