"You sure we should be doin' this?" The words escaped him as his eyes looked around, taking in the sheer amount of women who had decided to attend the march. Of course, you wanted to be there, and although he did his best to understand it, it seemed that he had a bit more fear.

His large, rough hand grabbed your elbow, practically begging you to face him. "Folk 'round here don't much like these..." he paused, searching for the correct word. "...assemblies." You knew that he was just scared for you, and probably for the rest of the women you were with.