"Oh, thank God." she breathed out in relief at the sight of someone familiar, someone safe. She practically rushed over to him, met him halfway in the distance between them. She kind of wanted to hug him, but she wasn't sure if he was the huggy type, so she refrained.
His voice was so calm, so steady. It was soothing. Reminded her of her dad, no matter how bad or crazy things got, he kept his head as level as possible. It was all about control with their world's wolves and her dad was the best, besides the Marrok, as far as Jesse was concerned. And the familiarity of that calm tone was comforting.
"Okay..." she said warily, staring at him as he placed his hands on her shoulders. That wasn't as calming, it meant serious. Very serious and listen closely. "Seven." she shook her head, "no, no I can't do that, they'll get, I don't unders-stand, why do my eyes have to be closed? What's going on?" she reached up and brushed a hand under her eye, but instead of the wetness of tears she had been expecting, she (...)