Snippet #800746

Yuri smiled. When Anjali told him that she and him were friends, it made his iron heart soften. He also nodded when asked to teach her words, as his were failing him at the moment. The old war dog had became a puppy.

Then he noticed her scar along her back and instinctively reached up and touched his along his eye. Seems as if both have had misfortunes. Anger began to eat at him. Who would do that to a child? For what reason? If they were still alive, Yuri would might have to have a "Discussion" with them... But right now, he would try his best to protect her from those who wanted to harm her.

As she settled in to sleep, Yuri stayed up and kept watch for a little and to mull over recent occurrences. A random army draft had earned him a young friend, even if indirectly. Yuri stretched out under the tree.

"Teach you words, Shela?" He said to himself reverting back to his accent. He had already went from Japanese to his current dialect and worked hard to erase all traces of it from his voice. Perhaps he could help her with her language as he went through it his self.

He finally drifted off into an easy sleep. He didn't dream, but was still the most pleasant sleep he had in a while. When he awoke, it was late morning. Remembering that Anjali had eaten all the provisions he brought, he decided that the best place for breakfast would be the castle.

He stood up and threw dirt on the fire. He picked up the knife he had thrown during the night and placed it back in it's holster. Making sure that Anjali wasn't up yet, he snuck a swig of whiskey from his flask. He then placed it back on it's strap at his sash-belt and checked to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything.

Feeling content, he roused Anjali from her sleep. "After you get ready, we will leave for the castle. I'll find you food there." He said using hand motions to convey what he meant. "Also... Stay close to me." He said remembering how she had said people didn't like her.