Priya is nearly a decade younger than myself. Despite this fact, I can't help but feel as if she's the only person I can actually trust. She feels like she owes me for the few situationally convenient favors I offered to her, yet it would stand that she's given me much more than a roof and a few hounds.
As tough as she tries to make herself seem to the general public, I know her for what she really is; a kind, sweet, and completely innocent young girl: Surprising given her lack of parents.
I can see why my recruit, Thomas, has her in his sights. I guess if I were a sixteen year old boy, I'd be interested in her to.
Thus far she seems eager, like she wants nothing more than to impress me, and do a good job running the kennel I left to her. If I didn't think she could do it, I wouldn't have given it to her.
