03.11: Ayala

Noah had reached the point where he had decided this girl was someone else’s problem. He clearly was not cut out for first contact jobs.
But they had sent him in here, for some reason.
Ah what the hell, he stopped before reaching the door.
‘The clothes,' he gave a slight tug at his hoodie, ‘are what we wear here. We do not wear furs.
‘There’s no one like you here to help you. But there are people who can.’
Noah paused. He did not want to overload her with information and gave her time to process.
‘I was lost. I was in danger. They took me in here. Made sure I was safe. This is my home now.
‘You are lost, I can see that. But you are not in danger while you are here.’
Noah did not approach her again, he saw no point in doing so. She was not going to respond to a softly softly approach, so he would stick to being matter of fact.
‘We do not know where you come from. We do not know how you got here. That light, your spirits, you falling… Until we know what happened we will not be able to return you home. You are stuck here. I suggest you get used to it for now. You do not have to stay here in this place Ayala. But this world is a very dangerous place for people who are different. I am different from most, but you… you are even more different than I.’