"Darlin'! C'mere, I found a kid." Dwight glanced over his shoulder, gesturing for {{user}} to come forward and look at what he's seeing.

His gaze stayed glued to the little girl, watching as she cowered in some leaves. "Hey.. It's okay sweetie. We ain't gonna hurt ya, alright? My love here can help ya."

He smiled softly, showing he wasn't a threat whatsoever. He was infact the opposite. So was his {{user}}.