She watched the flares roll to her feet and picked them up, turning them over in her hands. She stood up and tucked them into her backpack, looking in his direction. She had noticed the slight change in his voice, but wasn’t sure of the cause, so she walked over. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder and nodded to inside the cave. “You need rest, too. And just come with me, you’ll freeze out here. Come on..” she said, offering her hand to help him up. “it’ll be harder to get you home if you’re a popsicle.” She smiled, looking down at him. She noticed something was troubling him, and she didn’t think he should be alone either. He may want to keep watch, but he wasn’t going to be able to do much with a limp leg.<br/><br/>Truth is, she trusted him more than the would’ve liked to, she almost hated it. Not because she didn’t want to be comfortable around him, but trusting someone makes it harder to leave, and she could tell he wanted nothing more than to get home and be left alone. Since she didn’t have anywhere to go, anyone else to return to, she wanted to avenge her sister. She didn’t care if she died, because she didn’t have anyone left that cared about her. Despite that, she still didn’t look forward to when she had to leave, but knew that she didn’t have a choice. She hadn’t seen anyone halfway decent for a long, long time, and she would miss that.