Re: Woods: Claire/Daniel
The girl had been trained for years, and it was easy to spot an aggressive stance especially during the day. Claire didn't want to believe it, but she knew what he was, and she knew the potential he had to destroy. There would never be a time that wasn't in the back of her mind with him, but he wasn't evil. He was good, and he tried, and he sacrificed, and so he deserves to be saved. This? This was what he kept her around for, right?
He was attacking her. Instinct kicked in and Claire spun just out of his way, his supernatural speed almost bettering her in that moment. He flung through the flapping satin and velvet, before the cloak whipped back around her as the Bellatora turned into dervish of blade and crimson to turn and face him. "Daniel. Stop." It was an order, non-negotiable, barked in harsh demand. There was nothing sweet, her voice teetering close to the sound of the cracking of an apocalyptic seal. She didn't want to have to kill him. There was fear that sent her pulse racing, but her voice and warrior's stance (not that he could see) were stoic. "You need cover."
Yes, she was a foolish Christ child, but she wasn't stupid. She needed him more in control before she could get close. But, oh, his face. His face. The pain must have been excruciating. She could stop it. She could take it from him. And then her voice wavered, fear rolling low beneath words, "Please. I'm here to help."