Lauralye continued you hold his wrist softly. She enjoyed the feeling of his cold hand on her cheek. She lay there with her eyes closed, her head resting in his palm and smiled. She listened to his promise to her and curled up. She liked the idea of him always protecting her. Which was funny, considering she had been afraid of him mere days ago. She opened her eyes and looked at him, "You sound like my father," She said quietly, "He wants to protect me... That's why I'm not to leave the castle... Not after my mother was killed by demons...." She yawned, "She died when I was five.... I miss her."