Ashlynn still lingered in Martin's cell.
She knew she was in a hurry to go. But now he'd gotten her to focus on her sire, all she wanted to to was help her sire.

[color=82ca9d]"I have to go help her."[/color]
[color=silver]"Help her? What will you do?"[/color]
[color=82ca9d]"...I.. I don't.."[/color]
[color=silver]"A danger that would threaten her. Wouldn't that be an impossible challenge to you? Do you have a plan?"[/color]
[color=82ca9d]"I.. I'll improvise."[/color]
Martin smiled genuinely
[color=silver]"[i]Improvise.[/i] I like that. I improvise often."[/color]
Ashlynn nodded awkwardly and moved in a way indicating she was going to leave.
[color=silver]"I'll help you."[/color]
[color=82ca9d]"Why?"[/color]
[color=silver]"I like you."[/color]
Ashlynn shook her head. What was this stranger saying.
[color=82ca9d]"... How could you even help. You're just a wounded human."[/color]
[color=silver]"I'll improvise."[/color]
Martin tilted his head to the side, his long white dreads hung down to the side, laying his neck bare.
[color=silver]"[b]We'll[/b] improvise."[/color]