Jay was always the charge in first and ask questions later sort, but Terran figured he was right.  The woman did not seem to pose a threat.  He stepped forward and nodded.  "Aye, we'll help you out."  He took the steel trap in either hand and carefully wrenched it apart.  It was a coward's way to hunt, to be sure.  When the girl had pulled her leg free, he put out an arm to steady her and set her up on his pack pony.<br/><br/>With practiced hands he felt her ankle, noting the wounds and looking for breaks.  "Looks like you were lucky miss.  Can't feel a break."  He pushed back her leg and cleaned the wounds with water from a skin, before wrapping her ankle in a bandage.  The entire time his serious demeanor did not change much.  He was aware that she was an attractive woman and that he was holding her ankle, but it was not the time nor the place for frivolity.  Indeed, he had little time for such thngs, since his dear wife's murder.<br/><br/>"We're headed toward the citadel.  We will take you that far, since you die out here if we don't."  It was an awkward perk on top of Terran's packs.  He pulled and rearranged the load to give her a place to sit.<br/><br/>"How did you end up alone out here anyway?  This is no country to be traveling alone in."