Cora pulled the stranger up, just as she said she would. It wasn't easy, she didn't have much strength and she was even weaker from lack of food and rest. Nevertheless, she managed to get Daz out of the hole.<br/><br/>Everything after happened so fast that it was a blur. She had a knife to her throat and was pinned down by the mans body weight in a matter of seconds. She didn't say anything, not wanting to irritate him. Her eyes flicked between his and all she could see was intense anger and frustration. The girl realised that despite the fact her heart was racing, she wasn't afraid. He seemed conflicted, maybe he was coming to his senses.<br/><br/>Daz screamed into her face before moving off of her but she didn't move straight away. The redhead was preoccupied with trying to catch her breath. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, winded. Any air she tried to draw in escaped her, she held a hand to her forehead and shut her eyes. Images flashed before her; the prison cell, her father, her hair.<br/><br/>The prisoners comment brought her back to reality and she sat up slowly, pushing the hair out of her face and turning her attention to Daz. "Well, it wouldn't be interesting if you died in the hole, would it?" She stated, assuming the mindset of the council. She moved to sit on her knees momentarily before she cautiously crawled closer to him.<br/><br/>"Can I take a look?" She asked, pointing at the mans shoe. Cora was unsure of his reaction, would he allow her to look at his injury? She wasn't sure she'd even be able to help, but he wouldn't last long if he could barely walk.