Something sparked in Savannah's eyes and flushed her cheeks to a soft pink. Whether it was anger or something else was difficult to say -- but it was, at least, some sort of reaction.
She allowed Eve to ease her back onto the deck chair, the young woman frowning a little at the redhead. It was not a concentrated frown so much as it was a general frown of distraction and pain.
But she didn't fight her.
"I'm fine," Savannah said softly, and, although she desperately wanted to believe she was and for Eve to believe the same, she simply was not fine, and that was obvious.