Crouching down, hand held out, she used all her self-control to stay in place instead of stunning him and running off in the other direction. Shaking as he reached out for her, his fingers gliding over her own, she couldn’t stop herself from flinching. Taking a deep breath she wrapped her hand around his and stood up, pulling him with her.
Moving to take a few steps back she stopped short when the elf didn’t release her hand. Switching her view from his face down to their entwined hands she glared. Wiggling her wrist back and forth she tried to get him to let go. Why was he still holding onto her? She had helped him up but that didn’t mean she had any desire to hold his hand or touch him any longer than what was required. Biting her tongue she looked up at him under her lashes, anger apparent in her gaze.
Prepared to smack his hand away she blinked in shock as he rebuffed her apology and bowed before her, her hand still grasped in his own. Afraid he was going to fall over she threw out her arm in case she needed to steady him. Shaking her head at his apology she frowned. “You shouldn’t apologize for merely wandering around… as a bear.” Brow furrowing she looked over him, searching for any signs of his previous form. When no obvious signs of fur or claws appeared she looked back up to his face and glanced away quickly, focusing her gaze elsewhere. “It seems it was all a misunderstanding. Don’t concern yourself.”
Feeling his fingers release her own she snapped her eyes back up to his face, grimacing as he moved his hand to cover his wound. Guilty she turned away from him once more, focusing on anything but his bleeding shoulder. Scanning the area she tried to spot her daggers in the darkness. When she had no luck finding them she turned her attention to her own fire, anything to avoid seeing the damage she had caused. She didn’t want to hurt people anymore. It seemed as if that was impossible though, even when she was so far away from others she had still managed to inflict an injury on someone. Laughing bitterly at herself she shook her head and tried to focus on what the man was saying.
Keeping her gaze to the side she kept her head tilted towards him, ears perked up, sucking up what he was saying. Finally turning her face back towards him, gaze serious, she gestured at her small camp. “It is just me. I wouldn’t worry too much about getting skewered again unless you do something you shouldn’t.” Watching him she could see his eyes staring at something in the distance. Following his eyes her vision landed on her fire and the soup still cooking. Peering at him out of the corner of her eye she froze at the sight of his smile. Feeling her chest ache she closed her eyes and grit her teeth, doing her best to ignore all the feelings that a simple smile woke in her. Had it really been so long since such a thing had been directed at her?
Frowning she pushed all those feelings down and whipped her head around to snap at him (why was he being so friendly?) only to see him waver, he wasn’t looking too good, much paler than he had been when he had first grabbed hold of her. The man looked shaky and she was afraid he might pass out at any moment. Stepping in closer to him, eyes focused on the blood trickling down his arm, she nodded at his inquiry. “I do and it is not… an imposition, that is. I did it so it is only fair I fix it, yes? Come on.” Waving one arm in the air she gestured for him to follow her before turning away and heading towards the fire. Barely glancing at him she directed him to one of the logs and tilted her head back to see the branches overhead and the bags she had stowed there. “Sit there for a moment.”