Not the little red expected

Nimueh POV

She is staring it is starting to get on my nerves. I'm not used to sharing a space with well anyone I've been alone for so long. Usually, they die or run away, but this one is staying, and I don't know what the heck to do. She is sitting there still, but now she is more spaced out eyes slowly moving around, but no thoughts are there. I'm just going to leave now I grab my bowl and stand slowly walking back to the cave to eat in there. Mud is everywhere from yesterday's flash of rain. The smells are everywhere the smell of trees and soil rich and earthy like my face is pressed in the dirt. There is also the stray animal every once in a while a deer here and squirrels everywhere else. I can only faintly smell the disease that is humans the stench of cars and sewage evident gross.

I arrive at the cave the smell of my breakfast filling the area, steam flying in streams of white to the ceiling before disappearing. Bringing the bowl to my lips the hot steam redirects to my face stinging my eyes and blurring my vision before I feel the hot liquid touch my lips. The salty broth is a comfort with the chunks of meat falling apart with the sweet taste of carrots and potatoes that dissolve on the tongue. The hot solution burning my tongue at first, but I'm too hungry to care seeing as my dinner last night was stopped short by an unexpected visitor. I keep eating till even my toes are warm, my stomach is full my mind happy and content, and I no longer want to hunt down and kill all that moves. Hunger might be more dangerous than when I'm pissed. No moral compass for the starved.

Walking back to the fire pit I drop off my bowl looking down at the girl that I, till now, had no will to learn her name-might have too soon. My attention is ripped away as I hear what can be described as a hoard of people. They sound like they have papers and are shuffling them around the crinkling sounds reaching my ears. I can also hear the sound of keys and slurping like they have just woken up and are drinking coffee like it will fix the fact they are walking around the woods in the early ass morning.

Hoping that my guess is right they are around three-ish miles away. Which is a tad too close for comfort. I look back seeing the girl sitting still enjoying her soup but every once in a while looking back as if she's checking to see if I'm still here. My head weaves between looking at her and toward the noise of the men. The battle in my head of what to do or where to go. Again looking back at her, I see her watching me a worried look crosses her face at my uncertainty. I look away trying to think of what to do. If I leave her here she may leave and tell the world about me on my kind. she may not know much but the little bit she does could get me hunted down and my kind, however terrible they are still don't all deserve to die. Looking back at her, I deem it more important to stay with her, I can look at what those men were doing later when my life doesn't have so many problems.

Walking back to her, I sit back down my senses still focussed on the men tracing where they are going, but still keeping it on the back burner. Turning my attention to her, I open my mouth as if to say something but close it again not knowing what the heck to say to her. Getting up again I walk toward the stream I wet a cloth I keep in one of my pockets. I also collect some water in the bowl I used for my food rinsing it out and collecting some in it when it's clean. Carefully walking back I sit next to her and put the rag in the bowl and place both on the ground. Turning toward her, I see her already watching me I ignore her eyes and look at the mud and blood that coats her body. Moving slowly I start to wipe the grime off careful not to scare her or press too hard on one of the scratches but also pressing hard enough that the mud leaves her body and doesn't get infected.