"Drinks on me. We'll separate after you had a glass."
Claude gazed up at the woman across from him. After fleeing from their 'pursuers', they went into a pub to drink. The woman already wore a cloak to hide her clothes underneath — just like what he did.
"I don't have anywhere to go," came out his weak reply, watching her observe their surrounding discreetly. "I don't have a family to go back to and I might put the people I knew in danger if I go to them."
She cast him a look. "Not my problem." A cold response came out from her lips, shaking her head as she picked up her glass.
"Please protect me." She snorted and looked back at him at his request. "Or at least, let me work for you. I may be physically weak, but I can be of help. I'm good at observing the surrounding."
