Zotohxan
1,2, Buckle my shoe. 3,4, Let's RP some more~
Carver sighs a bit as he squats down next to the couch, brushing a bit of hair from her face, "Then let me go and I'll get you some food, hmm?" His voice is soft, softer than it ever should be as he looks into her eyes, trying to figure out some way to properly help her.