[He watches her, thinking she's clearly delusional. His top priority is to get her somewhere where she can rest and where he can tend to her... but she doesn't seem to be hurt. Just hungry.
He lowers his voice, keeping it at a gentle just-above-whisper.]
I don't understand... please... just tell me how I can help you. I'm no good with riddles.
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He lowers his voice, keeping it at a gentle just-above-whisper.]
I don't understand... please... just tell me how I can help you. I'm no good with riddles.