A genuine smile touched her lips at his words. She'd never be able to get used to that word coming from him, being called his mate. She kissed his head, resting her cheek against his fur.<br/><br/>At Brandt's words, she lifted her head with some reluctance, turning to look at him. "I'll help him," she said.<br/><br/>Turning back to Warren, she ran her fingers through his fur. "Think you can walk back down to the car? It's not that far."<br/><br/>Asking him to walk as far as they had to do they could leave seemed like a cruel thing, especially after what he'd been through. Being shot as many times as he had, he was bound to be in a lot of pain. She felt some of it but not all of it. The little that she did feel made her wish there was another way to get him down to the car.