"But do not worry about me being weaker than my previous condition. I can take responsibility for saving your life. I could escort you safely to your people or..."
"Do not dare approach my people!" Awa urgently exclaimed. Cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and a chill rushed down her spine.
[Awa is sacred. You might do something terrible to her people. Well, it is understandable, to be honest.]
Vincent gently nodded. He could understand what Awa was most likely thinking about him. "If I can not take you back to you people and to your family, I can take you to my home where you will become our guest until you recover."
"..." Awa stared at Vincent without being able to respond. No matter what choice she picked, both were traps in her eyes. One trap would mean a disaster for her people. The other trap would take her to a place she believed she was not going to escape from.