"Hey, kid, are you okay?" Ramses knelt down beside the girl and reached out to touch her shoulder as a comforting gesture, but she flinched and immediately scooted away, wary of him.

The girl, probably no more than ten, wrapped her arms around herself protectively, also covering her strange clothing tattered and torn in half around the chest area, courtesy of her attackers. Her black hair, messy from the struggle, hung limply in front of her face, swaying ever so slightly with every breath that escaped her kiss-swollen lips. The assailants were most likely Egyptian slave traders and had probably attempted to kidnap this child and sell her to some noble family but not before they got a taste of her. It was lucky he had shown up when he did before anything serious happened.

Ramses sighed and jabbed at thumb at the unconscious men behind him. "I'm not like those bad guys I beat up a minute ago. I don't like skinny girls personally speaking." He smirked and made an hourglass shape with his hands. "I prefer voluptuous women to little girls just beginning puberty." Though Ramses could understand why they would want her. She, with her bright gray eyes and ivory-colored skin, was very easy on the eyes and would certainly fetch a pretty penny.

Ramses waited for the girl to flush from anger at his comment but all he got was a confused stare. He huffed and said, "The least you could do is say 'thanks'. I didn't have to rescue you, you know?"

The child still said nothing.

"Ungrateful girl," he muttered.

Ramses made a move to get up, but just as he was about to stand, the girl's hand shot out, quick as lightening, and grabbed a hold on his garment. Her dark gray eyes stared back at him and he could see the fear and insecurity in them. The honesty expressed in them was rare; not even a five-year-old child in this day and age looked so innocent. In this corrupt Egypt, purity was uncommon. Most had suffered for a long time and seen more than they ought to have seen.

He watched her with a slightly amused expression when she began babbling in some foreign language, her expressions varying from worry to anger to desperation in a matter of seconds.

Ramses sat back down on the sand and her grip on his clothes loosened. "I don't understand you," he said, cutting the girl off after a minute of listening to her blather nonsense.

She stared at him and Ramses couldn't help but moan at what he was about to do. Ramses pointed at himself. "I'm Ramses. Got it? Ramses." He then pointed at the girl. "What's your name?"

The child stared at him dumbly for a while and Ramses awkwardly dropped his finger. He sighed and was about to stand back up when heard a soft voice whisper, "Viola."

Ramses looked down, surprised that she answered him. "Vee-oh-la? Strange name." He got back up again and Viola immediately clung to his outfit, staring up at him with wide alarmed eyes. He groaned, already knowing she was going to be a handful. This time, Ramses extended a hand out to her, and after a staring at it for a while, Viola took it and got on her feet.

"Let's go," Ramses said, and somehow Viola understood he was different from the others and would protect her, and so she followed.