Ariel jumped when she heard the man's voice, and despite the incredible pain in her knee, she backed away nervously when she saw him. She really had been praying for anyone but wasn't expecting... him. There was something about him that both terrified and intrigued her. She could tell his was a very old soul, a good soul that had been clouded. She found herself completely torn on whether or not to be afraid of him.
She stood there on the path, a few feet away from him, the blood from her knee having blazed a trail all the way to her ankle by now, her face a dirty tear-streaked mess, her eyes not able to stop the tears that kept coming silently. The only sound her crying made was her sniffles. She looked to him, trying to decide if she could trust him long enough to take care of her knee and then get the hell away.