She caught sight of Carson, and her face lit up in a smile as shejogged over to him. “No issues,” she agreed with a nod, handing him the bundle of leather. “It’s in here, be careful, that’s the edge.” She pointed to the side that was facing her, handing him the knife hilt first. She rolled her shoulders back, her eyes refocusing on the fire he had lit. She stared into it for a moment before her green eyes flickered back to him, eyeing him for a moment. She just took the time that he wasn’t paying attention to her to study him, she determined she was going to earn his trust one way or another. She knew that he held some trust to her, but the way he flinched away from her only solidified that there would need to be a bit of bond building to get him completely comfortable with her.<br/><br/>“I’ll be back in a second, I’m going to change into something that isn’t covered in grim.” She gave him a lopsided smile before hopping up the stairs of the Wood House. She dug in her backpack, pulling out a thin cotton shirt. She wore this when she wasn’t running, or doing anything too physically exerting. She didn’t bother retreating to her bedroom, she simply turned her back to the window and pried off the fitted shirt she had worn outside of the fence. Growing up around those of the opposite gender had shaped her into someone who could comfortably change in the same room as someone else, many times she didn’t have a choice. Her back was to the window, which, if Carson turned around, he would see the long line of her pink scar that ran across the once smooth skin. She pulled her shirt on and the stepped back outside, walking towards him.<br/><br/>“So you think that’s it? I’m not sure why it would be infected, We’ve really got to figure that part out.” She stood next to him, but gave him his distance.