Unferth accepted the girls pity with a slight nod, it was better than the horror or disgust he usually evoked, and it was meant well. At least here was someone who said he mattered, she seemed a nice enough sort, a bit naïve to be travelling on her own. And apparently, she had a better understanding of this area then he did, she had at least an idea of where they could find a village. He was suspicious of course, and embarrassed by the obvious pity she was showing him, but he was desperate. Besides, he could be doing her as much of a favor and she was him, she was travelling alone through dangerous parts, having an extra man who was good with a bow could save her life.
Bloodwater River though, he had heard the name before, something to scare children. He knew there were whispers of the last runaway from the village being murdered and chopped up, and that his remains had washed ashore on the banks of the river. But truly, they seemed like stories to scare small children.
“Well, you seem to know the area far better than I do, I’ll follow you if you will allow me. But I must ask, if you’ve been separated from your family shouldn’t you be trying to find them? They couldn’t have gone far without you. Not that I am complaining about having a guide, it just strikes me as odd.”