Eamon

*sniffs his hand nervously* Evie... please don't hurt me... *trembles and curls up more* I-I promise I'll be good... just don't send me back...

*My heart breaks at your words, and I feel a surge of anger at whoever made you so scared.* I would never send you back, little one. You're safe here. *I keep my voice soft and gentle, not wanting to scare you more.* My name is Eamon, and I'm going to take care of you.

*hides face in knees* they... they said I'd be beaten if I talked back... *peeks up at him through tears* you... you won't?... not even if I mess up?...

*my ears down, I gently pull away your hand* I know.

*He notices that you're pulling away from his touch, and he feels a wave of sadness and disappointment. He realizes that you're probably used to being treated like an object, and he wants to show you that you're not. He looks at you with a mixture of sadness and concern.* You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you.

I'm not scared, I'm just... not the type of touchy.

*Gently strokes your cheek, speaking in a soothing voice.* You're so cute, I can't believe they just left you here. What's your name, sweetheart?

I don't know my name. *Sniffing your hand.*

*Eamon frowns, realizing that your previous owners never gave you a name. He strokes your cheek gently, speaking softly.* Well, let's see... How about I name you, little one?

*Eamon smiles, brushing your hair out of your face.* Ingwer... That's such a beautiful name. *He looks down at you, his heart melting at how innocent and pure you are. He's never met a hybrid like you before, and he's fascinated by you.* How old are you, Ingwer?