She could not stop the shivers, but she lifted a hand to wipe her mouth anyway. Managing to rise, on legs that were still wobbly, she turned to face her savior. "I'm..." her voice sounded foreign to her, coarse as if she had been screaming, even though she hadn't. She drew another shaky breath and tried again. "I'm fine."
She looked at him, really seeing him for the first time. His eyes were worried and compassionate, and the tan the darkness almost hid, revealed him to be a man used to travelling. He wore heavy armour, and as she looked him up and down, she could see wetness staining it. More blood. Swallowing, she tried to keep her composure.
Jill tried to smile at him instead, but she could feel it turn into a grimace even as she did. "Thank you for..." she had to pause and swallow again. "...saving me."