I loved Moreau. I felt he needed more screen time along with Alcina and her daughters and Donna and Angie.

She was perhaps the first ever victim to break free of Castle Dimitrescu, but not without a price. She'd been heavily wounded and may not survive another night, but the woman had pushed herself on through sheer will power alone.

"I made it out of that hell and I will survive," she willed herself as she walked dangerously close to the edge of the cliff.

Her wounds seeped blood and would soon become infected if not tended too. The cold was like tiny fangs biting at her skin, making the wounds feel far worse than they already were. One wrong footfall had her slip off the edge of the cliff, with hardly any upper body strength she plummeted right into the waters below.

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Salvatore, who'd been down by the lake was drinking from it when he spotted something floating.

"A-A body?" he stammered, wondering if said body was still alive?

He didn't give it much thought to plunge right into the waters, after all these were his waters after all. He swam over, though in his current form it was a hard slog, but he'd managed to. Grabbing hold of the body with surprising strength given how thin his arms were he managed to pull the woman free.

"What should I do with her?" he now pondered as he looked the poor woman over.

He leaned in closer, his hands upon the woman's back where there were no open wounds and pushed against her. Water was coughed up and Salvatore was glad of it. He grabbed the woman and dragged her into his house. His small hands working tirelessly on the wounds. Once he felt the woman stir, he quickly hid for fear of her waking to something like him.

"W-Where am I?" the woman now awoke to take in her surroundings.

There was a light shining from the corner of the room and a distinct smell only she knew too well as cheese.

"What happened to me?" she pondered.

Unable to hide his voice, Salvatore spoke up.

"I-I rescued you from the waters," he said.

The woman squinted into the darkness.

"Who are you?" she asked timidly.

There was a sound of scuffing as if someone was trying to hide further in the shadows. She now looked to her bandaged up body and was thankful to her savour.

"Please, I need to thank you in person."

"Your gratitude is all I need," he responded. "I-I don't think it would be good for you to see me."

"Why?" she asked.

"Y-You'll just call me ugly, l-like everyone else does. Everyone hates me." He went on.

"Please, I want to see you. I never judge anyone, I swear."

"N-No, I don't want to take that chance."

"Then I'll come to you," she says as she forces herself to stand, only to collapse.

"Y-You should rest."

"Only if you show me your face," she demands.

"Why do you want to see me so badly?" he questions.

The woman lowers her head. "I've seen uglyness in the form of my Lady. She a may not look it, but she was the one who did all this to me. So that's why I would like to see you. So please, let me just look at you."

Bare feet were now heard shuffling closer and the woman braced herself for what she was to see. A hunched figure stepped forth, his head down but still there was a gasp that left the woman's lips, forcing him to scurry back.

"I-I told you," he huffed.

"You did and I'm sorry, I never should have done that. I told you I don't judge, but that gasp was a mistake. Please allow me to look at you properly."

"I-I don't want you to."

"I'm sorry," she sighs. "You're a kind hearted man and if people can't see past your looks, then I feel for them."

"Y-You really mean that?"

She give a small laugh. "Of course, look what you've done for me."

He walks back out again, drawing closer to her. At this she raises her hand, but stops. "May I?"

He lowers his head, but then nods. Allowing her to lift his hood.

"What's you name?" she asks.

"Salvatore Moreau," he answers.

"Lord Moreau, it's a pleasure to me you." She now smiles.

He looks to her with a smile in return. "W-What is your name?"

"Cora," she answers.

"Cora," he repeats. "I like it."

"Thank you, my lord."

"Please, just call me Salvatore."

"Salvatore it is," Cora nods.

"W-Would you like some cheese?" he now scurries over to lift the bowl with cheese in it.

"I love cheese, thank you." Cora grins as she takes a piece.

"We could also watch some TV," he offered.

"I'd like that," she smiled as she crawled over to sit in front of the TV with him.

"I'll get you a blanket," he quickly hurried off to later return with a blanket for her.

He then sat himself down, with Cora eventually leaning against him as they watched a film together until she fell asleep against him. He brought his hand to her head, stroking down the strands ever so lightly as she slept. She wasn't Mother Miranda, but she was a woman that had definitely showed him kindness and told him he wasn't ugly. He was happy with that.