It was the Adonis looking mother fucker comment that made her realize who he was speaking of. It must be Rhys. She had to admit, Rhys was a particularly attractive individual. There was something about his face... But he wasn't her type. And of course, Oz did have better hair. Better everything, really. To her, anyway. "I was just going to ask Cole but whoever gets here faster..." She shrugged because she just wanted her ankle fixed and all better. "Why does he want to murder you?" Brow raised, she looked at Oz suspciously.
When he obliged and came closer but still questioned her, she sighed and placed her hands on his face, forcing him to look at her. "I brought it up because I know you. Because I don't need a spell to read your thoughts, Oz. Trust me, I'm not thinking about it and you shouldn't either." She still held his face, wanting him to really get it - to really know how she felt about it. "You saved me. If I had been alone, I'd be dead. Do you understand? You're like literally my hero."