She cleared her throat and swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in her throat and better enable her to speak. Allison knew she couldn’t constantly rely on Scott to relay messages to Peter. Besides, if they really wanted to reassure Peter that she didn’t blame him or hold him responsible she would have to be the one conveying the message.
“It’s true.” She said in a slightly louder voice than the one she’d used to greet him. Allison focused on not touching her bandage or bringing it to any further attention. “I don’t blame you at all. I blame Jerry for obvious reasons. I blame myself for staying out after dark when there were vampires all around. You weren’t yourself.” She sighed a little. “Now you are, though. How are you adjusting?”
Allison seemed much braver, but kept her hand in Scott’s. He was her anchor, right then. He was keeping her from losing her bravery. She felt like she had to hold his hand or she’d turn into a trembling mess and she’d already embarrassed herself with meek behavior.