The moment he took her hand, she held it tightly, not wanting to let go. It felt good...right... A small smile touched her lips as he started to speak. Knowing he was willing to be patient while she sorted through her feelings and figured out what she needed to figure out. If they were trapped there for days (which, judging by the storm they would be) then that meant that she could take things slowly, test the waters if you may.<br/><br/>She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't hear what came spilling out of his mouth next. The word 'pack' brought her back to reality. Blue eyes wide, smile gone, she stared up at him. On the verge of tears once more, she said,<br/><br/>"No! You're not going to dump me off with some pack. And a pack I don't know?! I'm not a pack type of girl. I...I-I'd rather run and risk getting shot at every day just to stay with you than....let you leave me with a bunch of steamers." And cue the waterworks. "....what if you don't come back? What if you go off to find whoever it is that's doing this and....you don't come back?"