she watched him, her curiosity getting the better of her as she slowly began to follow him "I'm starving" she said softly she had barely eaten anything in days, not that what she'd been fed back in london could really be called a good meal, she'd never had food more than just enough for daily nourishment. All Cynthia cared about was to simply keep her alive. She was terrified of him though, she had no reason not be thus far. She had learned at a young age not to trust and to generally fear all those she came in contact with. when fear is all you've ever known its hard to break. She followed him back into the clearing, a fire sounded good, she needed the warmth it would bring.

:: My heart is in love with the idea of falling in love, but my heart has been broken by the reality of life.::