Maria listened to Sojo as he spoke and carried her back to the house. After a moment, she sighed and tried to wind her way out of his arms.<br/>"I can walk fine..." Maria murmured softly. But Sojo didn't put her down so she stayed in his arms as they walked towards the house. "I'm not afraid. You just surprised me." Maria corrected. Once they were on the porch, Maria closed her eyes. She wanted to make it seem like she was asleep so her mother didn't fuse over her too much.<br/><br/>She was surprised that it worked, because when Maria opened her eyes again they were sitting on her bed and her door was closed. She sighed and pulled away gently, rubbing her face and wincing at how sore her body was.<br/>"I'm fine Ang..." Maria muttered. There were those words again; words he had never heard him say before, but it was the second time he had said it today. He only remembered things when it came to her...but he didn't remember anything else. How could he truly love her? Maria wondered. She was all that he knew, it would only make sense that he would think he truly loves her.<br/><br/>"I need to lay down." Maria said, trying not to grumble. The emotional turmoil of the day was catching up to her. Maria, physically, felt drained, exhausted, and in a way sore. She stood up out of Sojo's arms, pulling off her longed sleeved shirt, revealing a black tank top and lightly tanned skin. She rubbed her shoulders as she sat with a huff, unlacing her boots and kicking them to the side as well. Groaning lightly, Maria pulled out the pistol in the holster on her back. She clicked the magazine out to check the amount of bullets before snapping it back in and slipping it under her pillow. Standing back up again, Maria yawned, tugging at the hair tie, allowing the wavy and curly brown locks to trail down to her lower back.<br/><br/>She shuffled over to her walk in closet, stepping in as she stripped out of her grimmey clothes. She tugged on a pair of shorts and a loose white shirt before walking back out into her bedroom. Maria yawned, rubbing her face before tossing her dirty clothes into a small basket near her desk.<br/>"Damn my head is pounding." Maria muttered, rubbing her forehead where she'd been struck earlier. Sojo had taken the major pain from her injury so she wouldn't be suffering from a concussion, but she might wake up with a bruise in the morning.