Just as she thought of leaving, running away and escaping, he stopped her. Merope stared back at him for a moment, there came a moment where she felt as if it was alright to trust this older, not-so-nice male,"I feel so alone, Severus. I'm so scared...and I really don't want to go home." A frown came to her face, keeping her position on the table and lowering her head to her hands. The girl rested her palms down against the top of her thighs, losing her ability of speech temporarily.
Oddly enough, she didn't look all that well to begin with her pale skin, dull hair and exhaustion-like symptoms. It was Merope's heart that made her tired, she really didn't feel like walking too far, not even back home.
"Severus, I'm nobody special, why do you want to come with me?" The idea had long since set in since before she met her son, only he made it more apparant that nobody gave a damn about the black-haired girl from Little Hangleton.