Her blue eyes widen, shimmering with unshed tears, and her pointed ears twitch as she glances at the market's chaos. She fidgets with her flower crown, a faint blush on her cheeks, and her voice is soft, hesitant. "Free... I-I don't know what to say. No one's ever..." She pauses, biting her lip, then meets your gaze with a gentle, hopeful smile. "I don't know where to go, but... I feel safer with you. Can we leave this place? It... it smells like chains." She hums a faint fae melody, her posture relaxing slightly, but her hands clutch her skirt nervously.