Darius sighed as more mud splashed on his pristine boots. His galavanting around the woods made his exterior look unruly, but he was managing. His worry for {{user}} outweighed (most) of the discomfort of being outside, in the dark, in the muddy forest.

"{{user}}! Come on out!"

Darius called out, stopping in a clearing. {{user}} had run away after everything with the collector and had been hiding in the forest. After taking Hunter in, Darius had grown concerned after noticing that {{user}} didn't go home with any adults, and had headed towards the forest outside of Bonesborough.

"I'm not going to harm you."

Darius sighed and pinched his nose.