Even after her comment, Sam still tried the door again, causing Faith to groan slightly and stand up, wandering over to join him, having to take an extra step to face him again.
"You're gonna hurt yourself if you keep doing that," there was a mixture of affection and concern in her eyes as she looked up at him, with a tiny smile. The odds weren't great. She knew it and she knew he knew it. The heat was thick in the small space and their air was going to run out in a matter of hours.
"They're gonna find us," she stated, trying to sound more sure than she was. "Between your family and the Hyperion, there's some pretty heavy magic and they're gonna find us."
Eventually. Hopefully before their time ran out. She tried to smile at Sam encouragingly. "They found me before after all. When Azula was teamed up with Toru."
She stepped closer and were they not so damn hot she'd have hugged him. For a moment her throat went dry for reasons way other than the oven. The temptation to tell him the truth about how she felt had never been stronger. After all, they might never get another chance. But still the words stuck in her throat as she stared at him.