She knew that he was protecting her with all that he could, including those two around her. The fair gypsy woman and the warm, grandfatherly Bishop who had joined them ever since they all had fled the cathedral during that raid. After that she near thought that she had lost him when he mysteriously disappeared so suddenly, but he did return to her, much to her relief.

They have gone such a long way already. Finally now, they could have some rest after such a long journey. It would have been peaceful enough if the door wasn't practically kicked open.

Esmeralda pulled out her dagger as the elder snatched up Rose at the last minute in order to keep her unseen. Quasimodo, for one, forced the gypsy protectively behind him again.

"Quasi!" Esmeralda sparked at him until she saw the harsh glare from his eye before they both put their attention on the intruder, or rather, they were the ones intruding.

"Who are you?" raged a young woman's tone at them in the dark. "Get out!" she bellowed, limping in.

This lady had burst in so suddenly and she had an awkward way of acting, an awkward way of walking amd everything about her was ultimately unlady-like. Quite unlike Esmeralda who was streetwise. This girl limped in with her long stick and came right up to Quasimodo, drunk and she smelled heavily of spirit.

"You!" she poked Quasi on the chest, sharply. "You an' your scum, get out of my quarters!" she snapped louder, loud enough to grab attention. "Now, before I fetch authority." she then hissed and seemed to be staring the hunchback right in the eye. Quasi then realized something else.

"Don't you dare speak to him like that, peasant!" Esmeralda got defensive.

"No, Esmeralda. It's all right." Quasimodo's soft tone cut her off as he still had his attention on the girl whose eyes were strangely whitened and dimmed like fog.

Right then, he knew that she was a blind. Her eyes were strange and they weren't truly focused on him. They kept staring off at nothing.

"Who are you?" he boldly asked her and she merely stepped away.

"What's it to you, peasant boy? You are intruding on what's mine and I demand that you depart. Now!" she pointed behind her at the door.

Quasimodo had not much else to say to her. He had gotten used to angry people. But it seemed wise not to irritate her.

Esmeralda gruffly came to blind's side.

"Listen. We are on the run, all right? We cannot just leave upon your orders, my dear." she taunted her. "We need to stay hidden and this inn fits our needs. We shall depart at dawn if it helps you feel any better."

The blind's face reddened with fury. "Well, I guess we're not getting along very well, aren't we?" she said in a rather cocky fashion.

"Oh, and let me guess. Gypsy?" she coyly said as she felt the silken skirt of Esmeralda's for a second. "And allow me to guess again. The guards are searching for you. That explains all the panic." she finished as she came upon Quasimodo.

"What about you, Monsiour? What be your tale?" she asked, rudely reaching at him to get a feel of what he might look to her.

At her action, he backed away from her.

" My lady?"

"What is your problem?" she asked, going forth and placing a hand on his thick arm.

"What are you doing-"

"Getting a fine look at you. Stop flinching, I'm not going to hit you." she chuckled.

She stepped around him, much to Quasi's bewilderement. Rose hid straight behind him, studying this stranger. But lastly, the blind placed a firm hand on Quasimodo's cheek. Her glazed eyes widened a bit before she stepped away.

"Well. That was unexpected." was all she commented.

The Bell ringer responded by rubbing the side of his face, where she touched and was hurt by her remark. She though, she seemed a bit surprised.

"What's your name?" she asked, peering at him with her useless, brown eyes.

He dared not give her his true name. He couldn't tell her, but he knew he had to. He learned well that he was a terrible liar. "Quas-Quasimodo..."

Esmeralda sighed heavily, seeing the blind's brow furrow at the name.

"What? Who named you – never you mind. Reasons for that name would be Quasimodo Sunday. I dare pray that is the only reason."

Rose swallowed hard.

"I take that as a … compliment." Quasimodo's mood darkened and he gazed seriously at her. "ma'am." he said lastly, going to Rose and the Archdeacon, taking the silent girl into his arms again.

"We will go, if it suits you." Esmeralda sighed, picking up the cloak again.

The blind just stood where she was, putting her wondering gaze onto the wooden planks of the floor. She could tell that she hurt him with her careless words. She could feel that coldness from Esmeralda's smoldering gaze across from her and she felt the gypsy pass her. Quasimodo and the Bishop got ready to leave to rest somewhere else.

"By all means, stay." the blind offered, feeling shame.

"Begging your pardon?" the Archdeacon questioned. "Even after such rudeness?"

"I am truly sorry. I have been bathing in spirits all evening. Please, do forgive me. Quasimodo." she sighed out his name, respectfully.

Quasi turned to her, thinking deeply.

There she was, standing helplessly with that stick, with her auburn hair shaggy and torn and her wear wet and covered in rips. Apparently she was all alone. He sighed before looking down upon Rose as she hid behind him again, his gaze softening.

"Thank you." he broke the silence gracefully.

The blind nodded, relaxed and smiled tightly before slowly going to the corner nearest to the door.

"My tongue runs me. I meant no offense." she said, feeling the walls with her hands so that she won't walk into them.

"It's…it's quite all right." Quasimodo said.

"Well," Esmeralda spoke after a fair while. "Thank you for allowing us to rest here."

"I don't mind much now." the blind chuckled, sitting down in the damp corner and setting her stick beside herself.

"Bless you, dear. God bless you." thanked the Archdeacon.

There came silence and the blind said not a word until a good minute had gone by.

"hum." she sighed.

Quasimodo raised his head, gazing curiously at her. "What did you say?" he whispered.

The blind got a warm feeling when she heard his softened voice. "…um…. My name's Agatha." she sadly gave her name.

She could tell that he was smiling slightly before she heard him say out her newly given name. "Agatha."

Rose moved in her sleep.

"Lovely." he warmly smiled.

"Thank you, Quasimodo." the blind named Agatha said back, signaling that she desired his the same.

Rose gave a small cough, rendering Quasi to wrap the wool around her more firmly and that got Agatha's attention.

"Wha-? Was that…?" she gaped about ready to laugh.

"Well, I…. She…." he nervously stammered.

"You're a piece of wonder." she laughed lightly. "An odd name and now you tell me that you've got responsibility."

"It's a long story."

"Fine then. Speak of it tomorrow..." she shunned him, resting her head in her arms.