His Prejudice 10

"Only that which you are sure to disbelieve or misunderstand." "Riddle upon riddle," he scoffed, seating himself cross-legged on his bedroll. "Like the preposterous statement that you can be trusted with a child." "I can." "Of course you can," he agreed, but his pale eyes raked over her. "The question is why? You can read, you refuse to partake in human flesh, you have kept yourself pure." It wasn't his way to acknowledge she would still be pure if it wasn't for him. He locked eyes with her, considering. "You have a conscience of sorts." "Yes." She said it with conviction; and a hint of impatience with him for labouring the obvious. "You may sit," he indicated the foot of the bed. It was early for proper ceremony -- by rights he should stand her for ten turns of the clock -- but somehow, traditions seemed to dissolve around Elena. "You must be hungry." There was bare hesitation in her movements as she sat; a furtive look in her eyes that she veiled by staring at the ground. It stiffene