She looked up at him with wide eyes before hugging him "Holy *squee!*. You really saved me back there." *** He burst out laughing, seeming surprised. "Wow. That's harsh." *** He scratched his chin. "I don't know.. Some years."
He laughed lightly in surprise, hugging her back gently. "I didn't, really." * * * She didn't smile, but he might detect some amusement in her eyes. "It's the truth." * * * "Were you born into it?"
She pulled away, looking up at him. "You really did. Thank you." *** "Hm.." rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll tell you." *** "Er.. No. I was born somewhere else.'
“Well, the option to let you die and become lion meat was tempting for sure.” *** “Thank you,” she said with a small nod.” *** “Really?” she asked curiously, sitting up on her elbows. “Where?”
"Oh, I'm sure," she said sarcastically, looking around at the closet before trying to create space. *** "You're welcome. I won't need any help, though. I'll be fine on my own." *** He seemed uncertain. "I don't remember where I was born. All I know is that my mother was killed and I.. Had to stay somewhere for awhile."
He laughed slightly, looking around for more room as well. “When do you think we’re going to get out?” *** “That’s what they all say,” she replied flatly. *** She frowned, her eyes wide. “And Rory was with you too?”
She pushed some things aside before sitting down. "I wish I knew." *** He raised an eyebrow. "Either way, I'm not your responsibility." *** He frowned, watching her thoughtfully. "Yes, she was."
He sighed, trying to sit down as well. Unfortunately, he was so tall that he ended up being cramped and uncomfortable. “This is good.” *** “No,” she agreed smoothly. “But you’re my companion.” *** She was quiet, watching him with those clear blue eyes. “I’m sorry, Jaz.”
She looked over at him thoughtfully, shifting so she was leaning against the wall. "You look uncomfortable. Is there anything I can do?" *** He tilted his head slightly. "Companion? How do you mean?" *** He didn't seem to like this. "You have nothing to apologize for."
He laughed slightly, ducking his head. “It’ll be okay, Blaise. Don’t worry.” *** “You walk with me.” *** “Still.”
She shook her head, shifting to make more room for his legs. "I don't mind." *** "Yes, that I do. Does that make us companions?" *** He stood up. "I think I should go."
“We’re going to be here for a while. Don’t be generous until I get desperate.” *** “That’s my general criteria, yes.” *** She seemed confused, frowning. “Oh... okay.”
She laughed. "Well, I wouldn't want you to even have to get desperate. Honestly, I don't mind. My legs are smaller than yours." *** "I see. We're companions, then." *** He gave a quick nod before heading out.
He frowned, shaking her head. “Seriously, it’s fine.” *** “Duh.” *** She watched him leave, her brows furrowed.
"No, no, I get it. You're tall. I finally get to use my short height to my advantage. Let me have this." *** "What is the difference between companions and friends?" *** He shut the door behind him with a sigh.
He huffed before extending his legs a little. “Thank you.” *** “You’ll know when you get there,” she replied smoothly, raising an eyebrow.
She grinned, slipping her legs under his. It wasn't uncomfortable. "You're very welcome." *** He tilted his head. "What do you mean?"
He looked over at her, leaning back against the wall. “So, Blaise. Tell me your life story.” *** “I mean that once you become a friend, you’ll know.”
She pursed her lips, looking thoughtfully. "It's not that interesting. I've stayed with my clan all my life. Garcia raised me and Dion because she's our grandmother." *** He raised his eyebrows. "Well now I'm really curious."
