She felt his finger touch her face brushing away a tear, she had never had someone wipe away her tears. She never had anyone take interest in her pain or comforting her, somehow Sonlath seemed different. More mature and less childish, She looked up at him her eyes looking at his as if asking why he did what he did. She just stared at him, her eyes confused, alone and helpless. She didn't know why someone would wipe the tears from her cheeks, let alone truly care. Sonlath was different in some ways, but for the better.