<div style="text-align: justify;">Elizabeth really had not expected to lose her footing and the subsequent pain. It was clear that something was injured there from the feeling of pain and the difficulty to stand firmly on the affected foot. <br/><br/>Taking a deep breath and trying to deal with the pain as well as she could, Elizabeth accepted Wil’s help in leading her to the fallen trunk and at down carefully. With a soft nod, she gave her permission for him to look at her injured ankle, as she wouldn’t be able to care for it herself.<br/><br/>Once settled, Elizabeth sighed and raised her dress just enough to expose her ankle. Keeping still, she watched as he removed her slipper. It felt good, even in so much pain, to be touched with that gentleness, even reverence, as Wil had in touching her. And of course, she noticed he had blushed, which caused her cheeks to turn to a light pink. It felt strangely intimate to be alone there, his hands on her foot. As Wil set it down, Elizabeth’s gaze moved down to him, waiting for Wylyam to say something.<br/><br/>When Wil said it was just a sprain, Elizabeth sighed in relief. It wasn’t as bad as really breaking anything. Of course, the prospect of keeping off it in that forest didn’t really seem feasible. Reasoning that wrapping it would probably help her be able to walk home, the young lady nodded, watching Wil closely.<br/><br/>She still tried to protest when he started tearing up his own shirt to tie her ankle, but ended up giving up when he ignored her words. Deep inside, it felt good to be taken care of. But that was something Elizabeth would naturally never admit to. She felt some relief when he had finished wrapping her ankle, and watched as he dragged another section of the log to elevate her leg. <br/><br/>Wylyam’s promise was received with a smile. Elizabeth had no doubt that he would carry her out if needed, but she would never accept it. It would be too much trouble for him to go through only to keep her off her feet. There was no time to make this remark, or any other, though, as the trunk they were seated on suddenly collapsed. <br/><br/>Elizabeth barely have time for a soft scream, before she landed on the floor, her head resting on Wil’s hand. Her eyes locked into his as well, and Elizabeth could feel her heart race. Her mind was also drawing a blank, and yet, instinct also took over. When Wil started lowering her head, Elizabeth knew what he was about to do, and allowed it. Closing her eyes, the girl parted her lips just a little, responding to that kiss and feeling her heartbeat on her fingertips. In that moment, the entire forest could collapse, and she wouldn’t have noticed.</div>