"I... I'm sorry she said looking down and away from him, not wanting him to see the fear in her eyes.
He shook his head. "Don't mess with my mask. Ever." He said firmly. "It's not that I'm not trusting you, it's just that I need to make sure I'm safe if they do take you back and use what you know to find me. I'll do you no good dead."
"Who said I'd ever tell them anything about you?" Risa said standing.
"I told you, it's not about trust. It's not good for you to have knowledge you'd have to keep from them. They could try to force it out of you. It could make things worse for you."
Risa sat back down onto the bed. "Fine. I guess." She said with a sigh.
Night sighed. "I doubt you'd recognize me anyway. It's been a very long time. And my face has changed."
"What do you mean? Have we met before?" Risa asked standing and walking toward Night.
"Not...precisely." He said slowly. "I've been around, though. We just...haven't spoken." Night explained.
"Oh. Well.. Alright then.." Risa said as her stomach growled. "I don't supposed you brought food did you?"
Night sighed. "I have a bit of salted meat, but I'll have to hunt soon." He got the meat and went to the fire place, preparing to cook it for her.
Risa sat there on the bed wondering if she was just going to be bored all day.
Night served the food to her on a place. "I'm sorry it's not much. It's the best I can do right now."
"This is fine. I never really eat much anyway. What am I gonna do today? Surely you arent going to keep me stuck up in this shack forever." Risa said while eating the meat.
"You can sit out on the porch and get some fresh air, but beyond that, there's a few art supplies and if you have any tallent in mending clothes, I have some you could work on. I'm sorry there's nothing more. I don't have any books or anything here."
"I tend to have a telent with art... Maybe saome paints would be of use." Risa said as she steped toward to door so she could eat outside.
Night nodded, smiling a slight bit even if she couldn't see. "I know, that's why I made sure to have some paints."
"What about canvas? Surely you bought some." Risa turned to look at her masked savior.
"A bit." Night nodded. "But you'll have to paint on other things soon. The walls are all yours. I don't care what or where you paint."
"You mean I'm free to bring life to this shack?" Risa said excitedly.
Night nodded. "You can do just about anything you want." He told her.