A hug was the last thing she was expecting. The last thing...but not unpleasant. She was trying to shake herself of the fear of hunters and blood ministers. She knew that each would be catastrophic for her to encounter at this point. They'd assume the worst, they'd attack her, they'd turn her inside out in an attempt to understand her.

But...this young girl didn't feel like either of the two. She was showing kindness where kindness wasn't to be expected. She was so used to expecting condemnation or dismissal of her thoughts and feelings that to not have them taken lightly was a pleasant shock.

Help. Please. Normal.