Misplaced Trust

"But I'm not even half as starving as him."

"Who?"

Asthenosthene knew no hesitation when her sunrise orbs spanned across the room and found a man lying on the ground. Her eyes widened in shock before running towards him. Errol grabbed her arm before she could get close to the stranger, and thus she recoiled in the air, while looking at him with those gleaming, concerned eyes.

"I know you want to help him, but you can't get too close." he warned her. "He's violent. Why do you think I have bruises and scratches all over me?"

"But he's dying!" Asty expressed in dismay. "He needs help!"

"He can get all the help he needs. Right now, you need to go back. It's going to be difficult if the others sees you here."

"No!" she yanked her arm away from him. "Do you expect me to just leave and let him die?! I can't do that!"

"Look, he has been starving himself ever since I came. Lana would bring food for him but he wouldn't touch it. And God knows h