With a sympathetic wince, Az listened to him list off a couple of the other possibilities, reminding her that a big bruise was nothing compared to some of the injuries on the ship. She blew out a breath through her nose, closing her eyes momentarily as her pace slowed and then stopped. "I know," with a shake of her head, she stopped to take another drink of her water. The bottle was something tangible in her hand, and she had once had a therapist tell her that focusing on the tangible made it easier to ground herself in the present. Rather than in any trauma.
"I was near two men, Brodie broke some ribs, Jamie was..." Az winced again. "Impaled with his own guitar." She sighed, "We were lucky, I only ended up with a few bruises and Jeb, my boyfriend was mostly fine except that his dog broke his leg."
"Mike," she smiled, accepting the name as being attached to him. Never did she purposefully attempt to leave anyone in the dark about her relationship status, but the fact was that it simply did not occur to her. That she loved Jeb, and that he loved her, well that was simply truth. It did not make her anyone different than who she was, and neither did it make them attached by bone fusion at the hip.
Beginning to cycle again, with a quick grin and a nod to her book. "Shame, it has some more than decent descriptions involved. Not quite Clan of the Cave Bear, and far less plot, but still good."