Walking throught a path, Mahusle could see to one of her familiar members that was sitting on a bank. Showing on her face a little bit of curiosity about why Kirtahs was doing there, she started to walk toward the guy of fair hair, a walk that could even break the heart of a proffesional ballet dancer.
Once she was a step a side of Kirtahs, she hesitated and talk to him.
-Kirtahs, sweetheart. -She talked with a tone on her voice preocupating and a little bit maternal.-Are you feeling right? I find you a little bit... -She stoped the sentence there, because she couldn't find a correct word of how he was seeing.
Softly, she sat down by his side, but she couldn't stop seeing him just because was looking for a word for describe his aperriance. She stays in silence, waiting for Kirtahs answer.