Seeing August smirk reassured Farren. Sure he was simply showing his own amusement and relief that she seemed to be well enough, but knowing he still had it in him to express that amusement helped her know that they were going to be alright. "You left it wide open, dumb ass." She countered easily. Everyone in her family knew that she never meant it when she slighted their intelligence; it was purely in jest and more often than not, she couldn't stop the words from flying out of her mouth. That tended to be a problem when it came to being around people she didn't like. Well, more a problem for the others -- not so much for her. Finally being off of the ground, Farren put an arm around August's neck and tentatively placed her injured foot onto the concrete. "Where's my shoe?" She asked, brow furrowing, but before she had an answer, August was pulling her up into his arms. "Hey!" She started to protest, but he had shushed it before she had really started. Mouth twisting into a displeased frown, Farren sighed heavily. "Fine. Whatever. I can walk just fine. If you want to spoil me, then that's your choice." Even though, truthfully, she was thankful for his help. She really didn't think she could walk very far to begin with. "Keep an eye out for my other shoe, Auggie."
Sometimes Farren had a hard time adjusting to the cold, completely serious August. She knew that it came from a place that made him a strong pack leader, but that didn't mean that she was totally comfortable with it. It seemed stranger that this was the version of August that was now carrying her. "We will." She swore it. When he began his spiel of blaming himself, Farren pulled her hand back enough so that she could give him a hard flip in the ear. She knew it wouldn't feel good, but it would knock a little sense into him. Sometimes that was the only way to get the males to listen. "And you stop that shit, you hear? You made it abundantly clear that we didn't have to be here. And there was no possible way that you could have known that this was going to happen. So stop beating yourself up, August." She dropped his nickname to let him know that it was her turn to be serious. August was the best thing to happen to the pack and she wholeheartedly believed that. "The pack would have come here anyways, whether or not you had insisted. We were all curious." Being up in the air wasn't having a great effect on her stomach and she was starting to feel lightheaded, so she rested her head against his shoulder.
"Don't blame yourself, Auggie. We couldn't have a better alpha. Now take it easy! I'm not your gym bag." That was Farren for you; let something touching and sentimental slip, then immediately cover it with a nice coat of sarcasm.