Solita took a deep breath, almost a sigh of relief, it seemed the man wasn't going to hit her. It seemed that he actually had a heart, which she found to be very rare among Connloath, especially now with the mage wars going on.
"Yes... I am fine," She spoke her eyes looking at the stew in front of her, her heart still beating frantically in her chest. Her heart skipped a beat when he spoke of not hurting her, she looked up at him, her eyes a bit wide, if his words were honest, it was shocking.
"Thank you," She said after swallowing, it seemed she had run across a patch of luck.
"You have no idea," She started, tearing a piece of bread to dip in the soup. She moved her hand to her face, feeling the bruise that was still there. No one could really understand unless they grew up in the middle of the abusive crazy chaos she had.
She dipped the bread in the stew, "Why did you save me, most soldiers wouldn't have, most would have joined in," She spoke before putting the bread into her dry mouth.