Fear was definitely present. Strangers of any kind, even ones who might be close friends to her... lover? Friend? Whatever she thought of Merric now... Yes, even someone who might be of any relation to him did little to quell any doubts or fears about them- especially knowing he was a man of the church.
She kept herself guarded, and pressed into Merric, but did not let her eyes drop from his.
"I am just his escort," she spoke quietly, her voice rough, sounding almost like gravel. She didn't like him. Not the way he smiled, nor the way he looked. He reminde dher too much of the others...
Those who smiled at her, and looked fresh and clean, all thanks to the 'church'- while she was down there...
She closed her eyes, trying to fight off the memories that bubbled up ,hot and heavy, from within.