Sometimes Jo wondered if, for a person of few words like Sam, the way and length in which she spoke was too much. when Sam gave her monosyllabic answers, which she knew weren't meant to be rude or dismissive, but simply the way he spoke, she wondered if she overwhelmed him with her tendency to go on and on about things. He wouldn't tell her if she asked, so she'd have to keep wondering.
A few seconds went by before Jo realized Sam had been actually actually looking her in the eye. When he dropped his gaze she did the same, biting her nails as some weird sort of self-control technique in order to negate the slight flutter she'd felt in her stomach. We do not need this right now. she told herself. Jo's gaze widened anime-style at Sam's admittance that he'd been frightened of the mysterious wolf as a faint "Awww!" escaped her before she could help herself. She could tell he was sorry about that, and from what little she knew of him already she was sure he'd be blaming himself something fierce for an all-too-normal reaction. Tentatively Jo reached out to smooth her fingers over Sam's glove-covered hand so softly it was barely a touch. "It's okay, we'll find her again and you won't be alone next time, and so you won't have to be afraid." She reassured him, smiling.