The man seemed as surprised as she was at having encountered one another under such circumstances. His body language told her there was a possibility he’d injured more than just a scrape of the knee. Amber’s mouth turned downward into a frown of consideration. That ankle would need looked at and they were located in the worst possible spot within the park. As she’d drawn down to offer her aid, the breeze flowed and filled her with a scent that could only possibly have lifted off him. It struck her senses in near jolt so that she had to shake the sudden sensations away to maintain the focus of seeing this man out of danger. There would be other runners along this trail soon enough.<br/><br/>Their hands made contact just after their eyes had and the breath she’d just taken was instantly stollen. What an odd feeling to feel the weaving of fate placing her across the path of one good looking man with such interesting eyes. The classic bone structure, how his eyebrows framed his eyes perfectly, hair that nearly begged for fingers to run though, and lips… her eyes focused on his longer than necessary. She wondered what scent that was, peppermint possibly?, when he spoke with an accent that caused a blush to rise on her face. Amber felt herself nearly mezmorized when his face tilted away and she drew her gaze in the same direction, him clutching that same ankle again. His words of magic had done their job well to surround her in a cloud of his desired effect. It now became her singular goal to aid him and see it through to the end, until he was well taken care of. After all, she reasoned to herself, it was what she’d hope for if she were on the ground in his shoes.<br/><br/>Amber clenched her teeth as her body braced along the path’s surface and her arm moved behind his back to help him into a standing position. His hand gently laid onto her shoulder and she felt an electric shock at the location. Her eyes instantly stole to his face in astonishment until she felt his weight rising. It was clumsy and she’d nearly tumbled with their joint efforts. A nervous chuckle spilled out when they steadied, their bodies ending with no distance between them so that someone passing by might confuse them in embrace. Her arm tightened fast around his torso, attempting to lend aid in any way as he sought the edge of the path.<br/><br/>“There is a bench not far up the path. If we take it slowly, do you think you can make the distance?” Amber asked, her voice laced with concern. Her tone had softened from her previous words. She’d seen the pain registered across his face and glanced up in the direction she just mentioned. Her fingers instinctively, and with a push of his spell, curled until he felt the tender pressure intended. If she felt her actions were an overture to his condition, there was no signal of such. He’d done well to capture her attention and now her immediate care.<br/><br/>“If you cannot, would you like me to call for someone? Do you think its broken or just sprained?” Her cheek rested against the edge of his chest, her posture forcing him to lace an arm across her shoulders. For such a slender frame, her strength was not wanting. Amber was no body builder and her studious lifestyle made sense, but her habits afforded her what was necessary to get him out of the way and would continue should he prefer to rest on the suggested bench.