@rose-colored-fancy Can I join in on this?
So here is my description for critique.
Her clothes hung in tatters from her body. She stood before him – or rather below him for their difference in height-, with every nerve in her frame quivering. Each breath heaved her thin shoulders as they spilled out of her in ragged gasps. Streaks of dirt and sweat stained her whole figure. He had never seen a teenager’s eyes so wild with weakness and terror as they darted from underneath the table up to him. Those hazel eyes rounded even more with fear at the sight of him.
“I need a place to hide.” She blurted.
Your word I have hidden in my heart,
That I might not sin against You.