Hearing movement Ruvyn attempted to shift away from the shuttling feet. When a spike of pain ran up his leg, and to his broken nose. Ruvyn had been beaten before, the feeling wasn't a new experience. However, the voice whispering to him after was new. His eye couldn't quiet make out the figure leaning over him. His eyes stared at her, trying to come into focus, although he guessed it was the girl he had protected. Offering the girl a nod when questioned about his well being. Ruvyn then made his first attempt to sitting himself up. 

"[color=#0B614B]Yes, thank.. you[/color]" He said with his Preasian accent. His purple eyes peering over at her through his swollen, bloody face. Slowly making his way into a sitting position, after his failed first attempt, using his arms to get him up little by little. He didn't want her help, didn't want to stay with her, but he wanted her to be protected at the same time. Before he knew it there were arms helping the boy stand on his feet and little pressure against his shoulders that silently told him to walk with the girl.

“[color=#0B614B]Why...?[/color]” He asked as if to begin a question. Though he didn’t use the country's native language, so to other it would seem like a pause. For Ruvyn it was simply he didn’t know the right words off the top of his head, and had to think about them. ”[color=#0B614B]Why… are.. you… helping me? Why are you helping me?[/color]” He finished and repeated lifting his head with much effort to look try and look at the girl. She was pretty much dragging him from the alley. In the boy’s head he was thanking her, and wondering why she would help an older Preasian boy. The group he had spent many years with now had taught him that all Whoylande people thought Preasians were worthless scum. Maybe it was to make him hate them, as the rest of his group did.

“[color=#0B614B]Are you ok?[/color]” He asked once the girl had finally put him down. Looking at the box that she must call ‘home’ brought back  blurry memories of when his brother and him were first on their own. His swollen eyes looked around then came to look at the girl. He had wanted to ask so much more, but the language held him back. There was little chance this Whoylandean girl spoke any Preasian.