Ari/Drake/Nate
"I'm fine," she rushed to assure him, helping him up. "Not a scratch." Well, maybe one or two bruises, but who was counting. "I was trying to get out of here," she told him. It was true, too. "I came down to see a friend of Father's - he was supposed to have made port this morning - and then suddenly there was a stampede of giant frogs."
What the hell was wrong with this city lately?
She gave his ankle a suspicious look, especially when he engaged in his own special brand of 'cursing.' "Do you need healing?" she asked, and then, "I'll go if you go."