Darius thought her story was worthy of a story, but remembered she was a real person and in danger. He didn't care about others very much, but that didn't mean he was immune to guilt and he had taken part in a lot of terrible things in his past. He sighed and stepped back from the painting and walked over to her. "Just stay here. Hide from him in my room and I'll help you move in and out if you want. No one cares to come here, and there's plenty of places to hide if you had to.' He gestured to some of the clutter in his room. "He won't be looking for you here anyway. I'll let you go home today and when its quiet and safe, i'll come and get you back so no one will know where you went."