Frankie
"No..." Amary whimpered softly in response to Cecilia. Her voice was feeble and weak, and she wasn't even sure if the shifter could hear her anyway. "Please don't... Please..." It was a pitiful plea, really, but it came from someone that had been thoroughly defeated and now was at risk of losing her savior. "Please don't... Please..." She continued to repeat this phrase over and over again in a soft mutter, clearly in a bit of a state of delirium. The paranoia and fear were not unfounded, but the begging was futile, really. Either the shifter would attack or it wouldn't. 
Her eyes remained shut as she laid there, though she did let out a soft whimper as he picked her up. It jarred her injured leg and sent searing, throbbing pain through it yet again; it was all she could do to keep from screaming again. By gritting her teeth and clenching her jaw, however, it was kept at a small whimper followed by a pained groan. 
Like a frightened child after a nightmare, she clung to his shirt front, her body trembling with cold and loss of blood. Looking over his shoulder, she got a clear glimpse of the shifter, but she said nothing this time. Instead, she hid her face in his chest for a few moments, gritting her teeth tightly as he walked towards town.
Finally, she realized that she would need to tell him where she lived. With great effort, she managed to rouse herself to direct her rescuer down the street, take a right, and eventually to show up at the doorstep of her tiny home.
James
The human sounded pathetic with her pleading and crying, not understanding what it was like for humans to be stabbed. Some of them had a very low pain tolerance like this female.
Her eyes remained on them as they left the barn, only leaving the horse behind which she assumed he'd be back for. The horse was beautiful and she couldn't help but walk up to it even though she was in wolf form. 
At first the horse seemed frightened considering there was a large wolf only a couple meters who was covered in blood. Eventually after a fair amount of patience from the shifter, She was able to get close to the horse so she could communicate with it. The questions she mainly asked the animal involved how he was cared for and if he wanted her to help him escape from the reigns. Surprisingly enough, the horse declined Cecilia's offer before giving her the cold shoulder. 
Deciding that she wasn't going to get anything more out of the animal, the shifter walked off so she could find a warm spot far from the entrance to sleep. 
She was going to have to wait the storm out and lucky for her, the human no longer was here meaning she could freely eat away.
Bobby
When Amaryllis started softly mumbling against his chest, he just let her. It was a miracle that she was even awake because she was like a rag doll in his arms. She'd completely melted into him, and he did his best to walk slowly and carefully through the snow. 

The storm was relentless. A thick frost had formed on the hem of her dress as he carried her, and the wind blew free the black ribbon he'd used to tie his shoulder length black hair out his face. His lips were about as blue as hers by the time he made it to the edge of town. And the snow and wind was coming down so hard that every footprint he left was completely covered by the time he took another step. If they were to get lost out there, it would certainly mean death, and she'd come too far for that so he gently shook her back awake after she faded out for a second. "Which house?" He asked loudly, his voice competing with the wind. "Stay with me," He said as she muttered again so softly he couldn't understand her. "Which house?" If anything, he was just going to pick a random one. Knock on the door, kick it down if he had to. He wanted to avoid that though.

When she somehow roused herself the find the strength to direct him to her home he opened the door with one hand to carry her inside. It was a very modest home, very rustic, very basic, but warm and comfortable. There was a wooden bench with a few pillows on it, but he instead sat her down on the floor near the fire so she could warm up. Snow was blowing inside her home from the wind outside for a moment, it was loud and it made the flames flicker dangerously close to going out. Once the large oak door was finally closed, everything was quiet. Col breathed a sigh of relief as he pushed his hair from his face and put a gloved hand over his mouth. It was a trick he'd learned to warm himself up after a journey like that. He looked over at the hearth, at the woman sitting there, and eventually wandered over to the bench to be a little closer to the fire.
Frankie
At first, Amaryllis' body was so frozen from the bitter cold and blood loss that she didn't even register the warmth of the fire, despite her proximity to it All she could do was lay there and shiver, her teeth chattering relentlessly as she closed her eyes and waited for death. By now, even she had begun to see no other option for her. The sifter was right. Help had arrived too late, and now in a cruel twist of fate, she'd die even after being rescued. Or at least that was what she thought.
Eventually, however, the fire began to thaw her frozen body, and then it felt as if the warm was far to hot. As her skin finally warmed up to where it could register temperature differences, her body became aware of just how large the difference in temperature was from her body to the fireplace. And then it felt like she was on fire. Sharp, tingling needles of pain ripped through her body, protesting the freezing cold she had been subjected to, while her hands got all red and swelled painfully. 
An occasional whimper escaped the young woman throughout this process, but more than anything, it was her leg that ached. A constant throbbing had settled there, and she knew it wasn't going to go away any time soon, if ever. 
"Thank you," She finally murmured through still-chattering teeth, her voice soft and weak.