Akhar

As Martin got closer to the girl she began to weep and sniffle loudly. Once she realised he was approaching, she hugged her knees in a vice-like grip and sat there, motionless.
"Miss? Are you all right, Miss?"
She curled up into an even tighter ball once she had heard him and stopped breathing. It was as if she was waiting for him to strike her. She was obviously in a terrible state, most likely insane. Still, that didn't mean that Martin should leave her curled up in a ball and crying by the roadside.

She remained silent for a while, and Martin was beginning to wonder if she had not heard him or if she was simply ignoring him. He was just about to ask her again, but she did eventually reply.
"I-I'm f-f-fine. Why are you h-here?"
She spoke in a hushed voice and seemed to have great difficulty pushing the words out of her mouth; her jaw shook uncontrollably as she spoke, causing her to stutter. She had a very peculiar accent, unlike any other Martin had over heard before. Maybe she was Dharan. Martin quickly threw away the thought, while he had never spoken to a Dharan and so had no idea of what they sounded like, he knew they had much darker complexions, and they certainly didn't have hair as bright as hers.

The peculiar way in which the girl spoke almost made Martin forget what she had actually said. It took him a second or so to remember. She had told him she was fine, and asked why he was there. What funny thing to ask. The fact that she had just blatantly lied to him didn't make him think any more of her, either.
"You quite obviously aren't." Martin replied, "And I'm on my way out of Kalistos."
She was still hugging her knees tightly and not looking at him, so he walked around and knelt down in front of her in an attempt to get her to make eye contact with him. Maybe she would realise he wasn't to be scared of. He tried to get a look at her face, but she was still hiding it with her legs.
"I think I could ask you the same question." Martin told her, "What are you doing by the roadside, crying to yourself like a scared child who's lost her mother? It isn't safe, you could get attacked and robbed; you're obviously an easy target."