Lydia pondered for a moment, her hand reaching into the bag slung on her shoulder. Shockingly her fingers snaked around a water bottle she forgot she had. With a chuckle she procured it from the satchel and looked at it, finding there was still water in the container. “Here.” She chimed, handing him the bottle with a soft smile. 
The shifter didn’t understand what her grandparents had meant when they told her humans were awful beings. These three seemed nice enough. They were nothing like the stories she had been told all throughout childhood. [I]’I guess they were wrong.’[/I]