Sapphira looked up at Tatsu then down to the ground, letting out a deep sigh. She suddenly looked exhausted.
"It is pretty clear we come from very different cultures," She spoke softly. She could count on one hand how many times she had excepted help from anyone, especially a complete stranger. Her people so valued there independence and strength, in the end, that very well could have been there downfall. She actually had never had someone so adamant to help her, she found it hard to understand. She squeezed the bridge of her nose silent as if weighing her options, the few she had.