<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'">Naya cowered when Avi shot her a glare. He was angry with her. His blood boiled with hatred for what she’d done. Her breath lurched a bit as he sighed, annoyed with her actions. She thought she could understand why; The fire was meant to keep him warm and now, he did not have that source of warmth. He was angry because she asked him to put out the fire. The other half of her could not understand why he felt it necessary. Was his race not well-adapted to temperature shifts or survival on minimal resources? She grimaced and realized she may have further stunted the building of trust.<br/>
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“I know you’re angry at me,” she mumbled. “You don’t need to act so kind.”<br/>
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Guilt washed over her face as she fiddled with her fingers and stared at the offered skin. She sighed and placed the skin on the ground.<br/>
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“We need to take care of your wound first and use what’s left of the gauze. Hopefully we can find more Crysilia.” The yellow flower she’d found earlier had amazing medicinal properties; she could feel the wound in her leg gradually closing up. It would’ve healed faster had she not been active, but it was healing nonetheless. She walked over to the river, careful not to use too much pressure on her wounded leg, and stuck her hand in the water. The idea of touching Avi’s wounds, of touching another man sent a shiver down her back. She stopped in her tracks, Amrak’s face crossing her mind. She closed her eyes and breathed, a tear falling down her cheek.<br/>
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“Fucking bastard…”<br/>
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She pulled her hands out of the water and stood up. “Let me clean your wound.”<br/>
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“No, I can do it myself,” he stated with annoyance. Naya rolled her eyes and her voice rose a bit. <br/>
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“Shut up and stop being such a baby. Sit down near the water.”<br/>
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She placed her hand on his shoulder and attempted to force him to sit down. </span>