Viella felt the pull and distance between her and Alastor as soon as she said it. It was clear from his expression, the way he held himself as their eyes locked in a wordless conversation. And she hated it, didn't want it to be there, but she challenged herself to find the truth.
Perhaps it was not the best way to do it, but she said it. Now, she didn't know what else to say to keep the conversation moving. So she just said, "I need to go and buy some food," then walked off.
When she passed Alastor, he grabbed her arm. "He's dangerous," he said.
Viella looked over to him. "How do you know that? What do you know about him?"
Alastor's gaze fell, his jaw clenching and unclenching. As she stood there waiting for him, she pulled her arm from his grip. "Well?"
"It's just something I sense from him," he replied lamely.
Viella felt her lips tighten into a straight line. "Really? You sense that he's dangerous? Alastor, he saved my life today. You know that."
