She smiled to him, biting her lip and nodding. “We can just stay here then. No one ever comes here, so you don’t have to worry about being bothered or anything. The cabin has a basement, too. So you can put whatever you’d like in it. Come on.” She motioned for him to follow her as she stepped up the stairs, taking her own key and unlocking the wooden door. She pushed it open, letting him inside with a big smile. The windows let in a warm glow, the light bouncing off the wooden walls of the cabin. There was a rug in the middle of the cabin, with a old couch and a table. It was a true home, her father had spent an entire year getting all of this for them, and even longer building it. The beds were real beds, with pieces of blankets sewn together to make it big enough for the bed. Her boots gently thudded against the wooden floors as she walked, sampling softly as she walked through it.<br/><br/>She laughed softly at his remark, biting her lip with a shrug. “You’ve got no idea.” She winked and walked further into the cabin, setting her backpack down next to the tabletop. When he thanked her, however, she gave him a soft smile. “You’ve given me a lot of reasons to trust you, side from me thinking you were out for my blood.” She let out a slight laugh, leaning against the couch. “Thank you for basically taking me in, you’ve done a lot for me recently.”<br/><br/>As he mentioned the knife, she tilted her head. “We... we have a knife that’s stuck in a tree out in the woods, we used it as a marker. Come to think of it, Thomas was the one who stuck it, maybe he got nicked. I’ll go grab it and bring it back here, just go get your stuff. I’ve got leather gloves so I’ll be fine but...” She furrowed her eyebrows “how would It have gotten infected? Someone would’ve...” she trailed off, looking up and meeting his eyes. “Someone would’ve had to deliberately infect it.” She clenched her jaw with a sigh. “Okay, I’ll run out and get it, see if you can find anything In Gregor’s Book about the plague.”