She wasn't sure what compelled her to stay, or to make sure he didn't walk off a cliff. It wasn't that she didn't like others, but she felt somewhat stiff and nervous when around them, unsure of what to say. She considered the fact that she was probably wary of him- maybe she didn't want to slink off because he could find her and hurt her when she was cornered in her den- it wouldn't be hard for him to overpower her. But she didn't taste the sour tang of fear on her tongue, and assumed that maybe she wasn't staying around for her own safety. Maybe she was staying because his lack of coordination made her feel like the less awkward of the two for once.

Not wanting to be a kibtizer, she decided not to go on a tangent about all the places he could find a den. She didn't know the area well enough to boast the ability to point him directly to one. She knew of a couple small nooks, but he wouldn't have been comfortable there. Hers wasn't big enough for both of them- not that she particularly wanted to spend the night with a stranger- but it was big enough for him.

She understood how it was, though, not belonging anywhere. It made her thankful, now, that she had not been the one to experience something so nasty and have nowhere to go afterwards. But she liked to think that if she had been the one to go through that ordeal that someone might have in the very least pointed her in the right direction. She didn't answer his question about her having a den directly, but instead gestured with her head, a flicking gesture. "This way, c'mon. It'll do you for the night." She said. She felt obliged to mention that he was only welcome for a night, so he didn't get the idea that she was one of those who pulled everyone she met into her own little herd of friends. But she could accommodate him for the night. It wasn't likely that she'd spend the night there anyway- not when he could easily track her back there and hurt her. The way she saw it, she was doing a service to both herself and him. If he spent the night in her den, he'd have a place to stay and she wouldn't have to worry about him surprising her in the middle of the night after tracking her down. She turned slightly and looked to him, to gather whether or not he felt comfortable with the new proposal.

She wasn't sure what compelled her to stay, or to make sure he didn't walk off a cliff. It wasn't that she didn't like others, but she felt somewhat stiff and nervous when around them, unsure of what to say. She considered the fact that she was probably wary of him- maybe she didn't want to slink off because he could find her and hurt her when she was cornered in her den- it wouldn't be hard for him to overpower her. But she didn't taste the sour tang of fear on her tongue, and assumed that maybe she wasn't staying around for her own safety. Maybe she was staying because his lack of coordination made her feel like the less awkward of the two for once.

Not wanting to be a kibtizer, she decided not to go on a tangent about all the places he could find a den. She didn't know the area well enough to boast the ability to point him directly to one. She knew of a couple small nooks, but he wouldn't have been comfortable there. Hers wasn't big enough for both of them- not that she particularly wanted to spend the night with a stranger- but it was big enough for him.

She understood how it was, though, not belonging anywhere. It made her thankful, now, that she had not been the one to experience something so nasty and have nowhere to go afterwards. But she liked to think that if she had been the one to go through that ordeal that someone might have in the very least pointed her in the right direction. She didn't answer his question about her having a den directly, but instead gestured with her head, a flicking gesture. "This way, c'mon. It'll do you for the night." She said. She felt obliged to mention that he was only welcome for a night, so he didn't get the idea that she was one of those who pulled everyone she met into her own little herd of friends. But she could accommodate him for the night. It wasn't likely that she'd spend the night there anyway- not when he could easily track her back there and hurt her. The way she saw it, she was doing a service to both herself and him. If he spent the night in her den, he'd have a place to stay and she wouldn't have to worry about him surprising her in the middle of the night after tracking her down. She turned slightly and looked to him, to gather whether or not he felt comfortable with the new proposal.

There was a moment's hesitation, something Sagacity had expected to the point that she was almost surprised when he agreed to follow her. He didn't seem the type to {word}brabble[/{word} or try to convince her that she was deluded, asking some stranger to follow her back to her den, so his consent, without argument, was refreshing.. She didn't want to have to justify her reasons or tell him that it made her feel safer to know where he was spending the night. She suspected he knew she didn't trust him completely, but she wasn't sure if he knew the extent to which she feared some sort of retaliation or outburst from him.

As she was not great with witty replies, she had no immediate, coy answer for his joke. She smiled half-heartledly, an awkward little smile before she shook her head. Having nothing else to reply with, she turned and walked, leading him toward her temporary den.