I stared down at a sleeping YN, watching her stir. The hay ground was uncomfortable, but I didn't care. The gentle raise and fall of her chest mixed with her soft breaths made my hands feel tingly and my heart begin to slow. I didn't know why, but I was beginning to grow feelings for this refugee. I touched her hair, moving it out of her face. Her eyes fluttered open as she shot up from her bed. She crawled far away from me, pressing her scarred back against the opposite wall of fabric. "W-what do you want?" She demanded in a shaky voice. I stared at her for a minute, not knowing how to respond. "I..I need to talk to you about the next performance." I replied gently. Her face softened at my tone, for I had never talked to her in that manor before. "Okay." She squeaked out. I watched as she stood from the ground, looking me up and down. I mimicked her actions before speaking "Get dressed, then meet me in the conference room." I said, leaving her tent.
