A shiver ran down the length of her spine as the soft winter breeze cut through the thin fabric of Aislinn's aged dress. Her outfit was, admittedly, a poor decision for the season, her feet cold upon the cobblestone of the park. It was, however, a necessity the Queen was willing to endure to wander the depths of the metropolis she had tracked her query to. The pale glacier hue of her gaze, however, did not hold the same hint of defenselessness as her appearance. The intense security of her narrowed eyes remained poised upon her....assaulter as he held his hands up in some mock display of innocence. Ha! As if Aislinn bought that. The corruption within his soul was palpable to the pure maiden. Oh, how well she knew his kind! Even his insistence that he didn't plan on hurting her caused her manicured brow to rise with a hint of skepticism. She had seen what men like him did to those of her kind. They were endangered because of them - because they so naively thought that if they merely slaughtered the unicorn and cut off their horn, they'd have some feeble hope of salvation from the darkness that surrounded them. If only they knew their very actions only condemned them more. Foolish men.

Aislinn, however, remained where she stood, the woman every bit the regal royal she had once been years upon years ago, even as the cold seeped into her very bones. She watched with a hint of cautious curiosity as the man in front of her shrugged off his woolen coat - only to hold it out to her. For a moment, the arctic pigment of her gaze merely stared at it. As much as she hated to admit it, Aislinn was cold and it didn't appear to share his...taint. Her gaze shifted briefly towards the man, and then back at the jacket he offered, before her slender fingers reluctantly reached out to take the peacoat into her own hands. Tentatively, she pulled the heavy jacket over her shoulders, the very weight of it almost...comforting as it's far larger size embraced the petite girl's frame. She glanced down at the sleeve, studying the material that engulfed her. At the very least it seemed well crafted, much unlike the cheap gaudy faux fur she'd witnessed around the necks and hoods of some of the girls she had passed. It would do nicely. Her...acquaintance (he earned himself a small upgrade from assaulter, at the very least) seemed almost concerned for her welfare as he questioned if she had someone to go - somewhere safe. How quaint an idea it was - some place with four walls and a rough, surrounded by family. It was a life long since lost to Aislinn, though he hardly needed the details of her solitary existence.

Her head shook ever so slightly as Aislinn insisted she was hardly lost, nor did she have a place to return to, beyond the forest -- at least, not yet. Aislinn glanced up to note the smile that tugged at his lips, even as he made an effort to appear far more thoughtful than his features betrayed him to be. His admittance that he was hardly from here either was not surprising - Aislinn knew that accent, the English countryside one she knew well, long before he had ever walked it. He spoke of his own home, and the warmth she might find there, the invitation wholly unexpected, considering how little knew of her - though truthfully, Aislinn had anticipated to find someone within the city who might share their hearth. It was, after all, how things usually were with Aislinn. She had not owned a place of her own since her human days - her life so frequently spent either in her animal form or fluttering through the home of some man who she deemed worthy of her attention with the hopes that he might be one pure enough to grant her a unicorn offspring. The man in front of her hardly fit the criteria but...she supposed she had little choice in the matter with no further ideas where her stallion had disappeared to.

It was his mention of shoes, however, that caused Aislinn's gaze to turn downward to her own bare feet. She had...admittedly, forgotten about shoes. Had it really been that long since she had been human? To have forgotten the existence of shoes? Aislinn wiggled her toes, only to glance up at the man in front of her. "A coat like this one?" She inquired suspiciously, refusing to relinquish the one she now wore for anything of lesser quality. Still, Aislinn supposed that even returning home with him was preferable to no where. He, might after all, still prove to be valuable. A soft sigh left her lips, even as a warm simper spread across his. It was like he knew her defeat. "No, you won't. If you try I will remove your arms from your body." She declared, her brow rising before she gestured towards the general direction he seemed to be going. "Well, William, I suppose your home is preferable to the forest. Lead the way. You may call me Aislinn."