The young girl tensed up a bit, finally showing some signs of fear. As she felt him get closer, through whatever means she was using to sense him, she clutched tighter at the rune in her lap.

She spoke up again, her voice a bit quieter and quicker. [color=00a99d]Is this a matter of the curse?[/color] She asked, [color=00a99d]You know so little... But you wish to know more. What have you to gain from coming here? From touching upon the slaughter? From confronting me?[/color] She hummed, gazing down despite her lack of sight, seemingly looking in the direction of his knife, [color=00a99d]I will talk... If you put away your weapon.[/color]