The old farmhouse was as he remembered it, if the inside was dirtier and hadn't seen daylight in some years. Furniture was covered, corners filled with cobwebs. Hazy light beams cast through cracks in the boarded-over windows, muddled by what remained of the half-drawn curtains, making the inside much darker than it should have been.
All of this was unseen by Braid however, as he cradled Natalia in his arms and brought her inside.
He set her at the large sofa he had laid across so many times as a child. It was covered in a thick white sheet, protecting it from dust. He would have thrown it aside, but for his full arms. He set her over it as gently as he could and crouched down next to her. He turned her face to look at his, and saw just how distant and lifeless her eyes were. He could see the stain of streaking tears on her dirty skin in the vague light of the home, and swore quietly to himself.
He should have known that seeing such violence would be irreparable to her. But... how
could he know?!
Braid went to their pack of supplies and pulled out a small canteen of water. He filled one of the tin mugs and set it to her lips, urging her to drink. He lifted her head, trying to help her, but swore when he simply spilled it all across her front.
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Several hours had passed, and a small lantern burned on the floor between them. The darkness had since settled, and in the time between arriving to the old farm house and now Braid had taken to covering all of the windows solidly, keeping out any light, but specifically, keeping
in any light! He also secured any loose windows, locked the back and front doors, and checked the home for any usable supplies.
He found none, and had taken no time to lament and think on the past. He simply gathered all he could to make the den area as comfortable as he could for Natalia, and sat in the muted light of the lantern with her.
She had been quiet and as still as she had been when he brought her in. The only tell-tale sign of her living was her soft breathing, and the occasional blinking of her eyes. Braid had sat and watched her for some time, thinking on and about her, wondering who she was, where she came from...
what she was.
He couldn't help but come back to one thing, however: just how beautiful she was. There was something vaguely elfen with her appearance, with a soft, simple beauty that was incomparable to other women. She was childlike in all things, including her features, but there was also a deep sense of maturity there. As if... she had seen something no one else had, or knew something that no one else did. It was intriguing.
After several more hours, Braid had made a small pot of cold stew. He didn't dare build a fire, in case there were those that searched for them nearby. He feasted silently, leaving a small portion for Natalia just in case. He tried urging her to eat, but it was to no avail.
Following his meal, he broke down his gear and slid out of the shredded leather cuirass he was so accustomed to wearing. He set his sword flat on the floor, and rolled out a bedroll next to it. He sighed as he stepped out of his boots, and looked at Natalia one last time, only to see her still laying there as she did. With another sigh, he fell to his knees and made a cross across his head and chest, before bowing down his head in nightly meditation.
When he opened his eyes, his vision landed on Natalia's still-comatose form. Being suddenly overtaken by an urge, he leaned across the small space that separated them and set his face close to hers. Hesitatingly, he brought his face closer, and closer... And finally, he kissed her, unable to hold back any longer.
It was a soft kiss, sweet and gentle with only the faintest sign of emotion. It was a kiss spurned on by a feeling Braid could not place; it was as if something, or someone, was urging him to it. He fought only for a moment, but it was a fight he did not care to win. And so he kissed her.
Following his kiss, he looked down at her with softer eyes, something close to affection there, and whispered: "Goodnight."