She continued to hold my gaze but gave me the smallest nod at my words. I went still, trying to read her. Something about her presence made the hairs on my arms stand up, but at the same time something deeper and quieter was telling me she was not a threat. I was torn between the two signals and had no idea which one to trust.
"What are you doing out here?"
Her voice startled me even though she had not moved. Her eyes narrowed slightly and her pupils expanded as she studied me. Everything about her appearance was dark and sharp, which made the sweetness of her voice feel completely wrong on her, like it belonged to someone else entirely.
"I am trying to get help," I managed.
She hummed and let her eyes travel slowly down my body. "You have no proper clothing. You are bleeding quite badly. And your healing is running at roughly human speed."
I grimaced. The wound in my torso and the persistent ache in my jaw were obvious enough to me already without the commentary.
