[Run he should tell her. Never look back, never hold him so tightly again, don't stay here any longer, but he says nothing, because the look she gives him feeds the protective instinct to keep her to himself, to lock her up and hold her away from the world.
He draws his fingers through her hair, offers her a slight upturn of the lips and lets her do this. For the moment, he'll let her stand here in the shadows with him, and then he'll give her over to someone better suited for her, before they corrupt her.]