Exiting the hot cooking surface and entering the burning chemical reaction

Samara wondered if she ought to be trusting him as much as she was, it wasn't as if she was naive to what a male could seek to do to an unguarded woman, especially one who could so easily dominate her. But he seemed genuine, she'd spent so much time learning to affect natural expressions she'd learned how to tell a real moment from a forced one rather well, though she never deluded herself into believing she was totally infalible. Still in this moment she trusted her instincts. He seemed equal as unsure of her and that helped to put her at ease. Besides she wasn't qutie as helpless as she was allowing herself to seem.

She winced only slightly as he put a soft pressure on her sore ankle, but otherwise didn't try to retract her limb at all. He agreed to her plan and she wondered again if this was a good idea, but she didn't really see any other way... unless he wanted to carry her.

Rhyme pulled away and suggested helping her to some shelter. She could feel the heat of the sun heavy on her dark coat and followed his gaze to spot the trees. She nodded, then slowly, her muscles and joints protesting, Samara rose to her paws. Her face twisting into a grimace of pain. She kept her sprained ankle lifted in front of her chest, taking a moment to look at Rhyme's handiwork. He seemed at least to have some skill to back up his claims. "After you sir." She said, grinning up at him; a genuine attempt at humor. She idly wondered what sort of help he was going to offer her.

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