Date: 2011-07-26 08:20 am (UTC)
He was going out on a limb by letting her follow him. It would be acute to that of a puppy following a child, but he would not say that aloud. She had some strength to her, it just made this situation awkward, though he felt what she spoke of. A reasoning they'd met before.

His eyes dropped to her hand which curled around his. "Follow me," he instructed her heading back down the hall toward his room.
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