Cedar laid down in the doorway. Somber emotions filled him.

So, that elf lady had killed this "master" of hers? He had no idea. He'd have to ask questions later.

His heart strings pulled as she fought against the scar tissue in her chest. He'd love to treat that for her, but until she was willing to come out, and let him touch her, there was no way to. This would just have to work itself out.

He heaved a big breath, and stayed right where he was.  He hoped she would eventually work up the courage to come out and at least investigate the room more. He could talk to her more then. Until then, she was at least safe. --If choosing some less-than-human habits.  He didn't really mind those though. He was used to them. The others outside might be less understanding though. Better to keep them out, at least for now.