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She rested her hands on her eyes, not saying anything. *** "Of course. I'll be here the next few days."
She nodded, lying back onto the bed. She looked nervous and little pale. *** He frowned worriedly. "Get some rest, okay?"
"Most of it," she murmured, her brows furrowed and skin paling as she looked down at her bloodied hand. "Yikes. I don't think plain bandaids will...
"You're mine too," she said, looking up at him. They made it to her house and she frowned, moving to get to her feet and open the door, going over...
"I know," she said, sounding worried, "but what if you dont want to go on adventures with me because of my reckless endangerment?" *** He...
She kept her hands to herself, resting on the gash. "I'm sorry. This was a bad first experience. I've never dealt with the cat before." *** He...
She looked back at him, tears in her eyes. "I just want to get home." *** "I know, I know, but.. I don't know. It's scary."
She looked like she was trying to distract herself.. "I have supplies at my house.." *** He frowned. "I'm nervous. I don't want them to stop me."
She took a shaky breath, continuing to move forward. "I'm fine. I-I need to get back to my house. Then I'll be okay." *** "I can't be soft...
He free hand was covering the injury, and she followed him, biting her tongue to stop from whimpering in pain. *** He shrugged. "Maybe I'll...
She gasped for air, scrambling to her. She felt the spread of warm blood on her abdomen, but ignored it, stumbling to grab the bags and her...
She nodded, sliding down the rope and making it to the floor. She stepped back, looking up. What she didn't notice, however, was the large, fluffy...
She laughed. "I know. A bit different from what you usually climb." They started off, beginning their small quest to gather their supplies....
She reached the top, taking a breath. *** "You're sick," he said lowly. "I'll be okay. I'm smart enough."
She grinned, grabbing onto the rope. "Alright. Ready? Set. Go!" She darted up, climbing towards the top. *** He laid back. "I'm going out...
She grinned. "If we even see it." They made it to the kitchen floor, and Nascha looked up. She pulled her hook out of the bag, aiming up the...
"I haven't really seen it well. Just glimpses." *** "I don't care about that. Just your health."
She tapped her chin. "Careful for slippery glass and pots. Also, they have a cat, but it's usually asleep at this hour." *** "Okay," he said...
"Alright. These are all things we can find there." *** He looked thoughtful. "Neither of us would have access to the house. Are you sure It'd...
She nodded brightly. "Okay. Anything else?" *** "What..? This is your house. And my tribe..?"
