FRISK, gone unnoticed, stepped out further towards HEATHER and waved. HEATHER's face lit up. She didn't see there was another HUMAN here at all. "Oh, hi!" she said, laughing a little. "Were you here before?" FRISK smiled and nodded.
I was weeping as much for him as her; we do sometimes pity creatures that have none of the feeling either for themselves or others. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights