He wished he could help her, the Inquisitor.
He felt her loneliness and it resonated from her like a cold wind as she passed him by.
She hid it well, but he could feel the weight on her chest. He wanted to help, but how? Much a stranger to the others he kept his distance.
But she was always so kind and gentle with him.
"You are kind like a basket of flowers...bright...warm sunny days...makes sorrow flee." He told her, it made her smile, but he knew the longing she felt. He would appear next to her often, just to be around her. She made him feel warm and relaxed. But of late there was no longer joy in her heart, this made her feel cold and distant to him.
Once he had bumped his hand into hers, he could feel a sudden jolt in his heart and could see a blush form on her cheeks.
She was smiling at him and that made him glad.
"I want to help." Cole whispered to himself. She had trusted him so much, more than anyone else had in his whole lif