I lost him

Its okay

Fell POV-
I had a bad feeling about Horror at first. But now that I've talked with him. He seems harmless. If not really fucking noble. I barely shook in the cold and he gave me his jacket. Seeing him fully was startling to say the least. His bones were practically paper and littered in a spider web of scars. I don't know how this crazy bastard is keeping it together.
"You don't have to give-
"I'm fine just having someone to talk to"
I smiled a little more uneasily. Didn't he have his brother? He took my hand and led me through the forest. He sat me down on a log and he walked over to a nearby stump of wood. Raising his axe he cut it in two. He through those two over by me. I flinched as they hit the side of the log. I watched as he reached for another one. This motherfucker is strong which surprised me, Either that or he knows how to wield an axe, probably the latter. He repeated this process until he got eight consecutive pieces of wood.
"Can you carry four?"
I Nodded and grabbed four shakily. He chuckled and grabbed the other four.
"Uhh what should I call you?"
"Fell" I answered bluntly.

Horror POV-
Fells voice was a nice change of pace. It was thick and laced in an accent I'd never heard, but liked. I set down the two of the blocks of wood I had cut and grabbed my axe instead.
I growled in annoyance and I noticed his smile become nervous.
We got back to my home and I heard him drop the logs. I turned around and was met by empty eye sockets. Staring at the noose in the tree and the decaying corpse under it. "Fell"
No answer. I walked over to him and sat him down in the snow. Kneeling in front of him worriedly I looked into his empty sockets. He was panicking. I could see that. He's scared-
oh no...The thick bones, the un-cracked skull, the bold loud voice. He was from somewhere better than here. He was from somewhere where he got food, maybe even someone to talk to. He never knew the pain of hunger or the feeling of helplessness. He would have to learn that.
I was overwhelmed with a cloud of emotions: Happiness that it was possibly better worlds out there. Sadness that he was stuck here. Despair that I was stuck here. And then an overwhelming need to protect this man from as much as I could.
I hugged him. I hadn't done it in years but it was comforting and warm nonetheless.
"I'm sorry Fell, don't worry. I'll teach you how to survive here. It won't be so bad. I can—
I was cut off by him throwing me off him. I roughly hit the ground. I pushed myself up slowly with my hands. He had a raised bone attack aimed at me.