[i]Alon was wondering by on a jog, his sprinting pace never dying down. He took one look at Alyssa and his heart skipped a beat; he was torn from looking away or staring, and not because she was naked. Slowly, he walked over to her; his mouth was open as if to say what happened, but by looking at her, he already knew. Hatred boiling within him, he snapped his fingers; in his hands, his beloved forest green cloak appeared. Gently, as if covering a sleeping child, he covered her up so as she wouldn't be exposed anymore. Without a word, he stood looking off in the distance, a low growl itching at the back of his throat. This... this was pure evil. From a man who only knew to treat women with respect, the mage was beyond shocked to see this in a place like his home. Silently, he sat near her feet where there was some room. His run could wait; for the moment, he sat near her, his aura calmly reaching out to her as if to calm her and let her know he was here. He didn't expect a pleasant response; in fact, he expected quite the opposite. Either way, even if she hated him now for another man's sin, he'd feel better knowing he stuck around and tried to help.[/i]