Re: Woods: Claire/Daniel
Grey eyes softened in empathy as he pulled the hood down, but she didn't shy away from the bloody damage that made up half of his face. He looked better. Or maybe it was a trick of memory, and she just thought it was worse earlier. It pained her to see him like that, hurt and vulnerable, but he was alive and out of the cloak which was a fact to be celebrated.
She smiled at the glasses, plucking them gingerly from his hand so even her gloved fingers didn't graze his skin, and tucked them back once again into the neckline of her top so they dangled at her throat where that heavy gold brooch should have been. "Daniel, if you think I'm not going to stay by your side, you are sorely mistaken." She stood up and grabbed her weapon in one easy motion, a well-practiced move.
Claire turned her gaze skyward and whispered softly in Latin, "Lead me home, Lord." The blade of the spear in her hand caught the receding light of day and flickered with the pulse of her words. The breeze stilled momentarily before gusting once in the opposite direction, quickly returning to the gentle wind it had been. She said nothing more, just moving in the direction the gust suggested. Her steps were quiet as she led the way back in a straight shot to town, letting him follow how he must, but she never allowed him to be long out of her sight.
"Let me know when you are healed. Or I'll come find you." It would have been threatening if she hadn't been smiling wide as she said it. Claire would wait a while after he was inside the music store before leaving to make certain there were no signs or sounds of struggle. She was still worried about his well-being, and didn't like leaving him as hurt as he appeared, but Daniel had survived quite a while without her. He'd be okay. She knew he would. She had faith.