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Her trust in other people has been shattered since she was... you know.

She's not scared of what you have, she's scared of you.

I have to try to calm her down.

I pull and unwrapped oatmeal bar out of my bag. She could be hungry, so maybe food could win me some trust? Wait, could she think this could hurt her?

I tear open the green packaging around the granola. I break off a bit of it and eat it.

"It's alright, see? If I can eat it, so can you."

I try to form the shape of the colored tinfoil back over the bar, and toss it over to her.

I hope it doesn't scare her...

She grabs the bar and scarfs it down. She loosens up a little bit.

Enough to actually stop crying too much.

Is this enough?

Can I step forward?

I shuffle to her a bit, careful to still keep my hands above my head.

"Do you...  want more..?"

I always bring snacks with me, so I think I've got an orange... and... maybe a seltzer can...?

She doesn't stop crying, but she's not crying loudly anymore.

It's that type of crying where it's just tears.

Anyways, she allows you to get closer to her. She wants that orange you got by the way.

I rip off my bag, and unzip the top. There, on the bottom, lays a small orange and a protein bar.

I sit doen slowly, and scootch closer, bit by bit until I'm about 3 feet away from her. The orange is pretty easy to peel, and I toss the peel into the woods. I hold out a segment of the fruit, juice pouring down my hand.

What's she going to do?

Is it even a good idea to be this close?

She takes the orange segment from your hand and eats it.

She stops crying and falls asleep.

What do you do?

Take off my jacket, even though it's below freezing, and wrap in around her.

I pick her up and carry her, like a firefighter, for about 15 minutes. With a peeled orange in hand, I carry her to the edge of the woods, and rest for a bit. The journey continues until I reach my dusty mint house, unlock the door, and plop her on the couch ad bibrant as the fruit in my hand.

I can't just undress her and give her clean clothes, but since she's wearing a button up, I take that off from under her sweater and slip her into a large crow neck sweater. 

I place her back on the couch and throw a huge comforter over her, as she must be freezing. I decide to leave the rest of the orange and a half empty bag of dill chips for when she wakes up.

I don't want someone with a voracious hunger like that staying in my house.

Should I have even brought her here?

Guess I'll have to see...

She wakes up on your couch. She looks around, confused. She doesn't know where she is.

She doesn't seem to be scared or anything. You might need to explain some things.

"Uhm. Hi. Hello. Uhh..."

I try to find some sort of explanation...

"You fell asleep next to me in the woods... and I thought it would be better if you stayed in a warm place, with food,,,, and clean clothes...?

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"This is my house, by the way."

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"Um... what....what's your name?"