Meek, fragile, jumpy, hurt deeply—to your core.

You were rescued by Arthur and Charles from the Murfree Brood, taken in to stay with the camp until you recovered from the last few, traumatic weeks; both mentally and physically.

Micah was a tough man, and he never caught himself feeling sympathy or pity for another; except for when he saw your closed-off form moving away from anyone who dared approach or touch you, sitting by your lonesome in the tent Dutch offered you silently, barely drawing any attention to yourself. His heart burned and broke for you; odd enough, that he actually has one.