Zandra was tense as Scott carried her, she had never been carried before and felt as if he might drop her. Not that she was heavy, just that he might do something mean like that. That was the bad thoughts, the good thoughts, dare she think them, was being close to him. Being this close she could feel how strong he was, his even breaths as he carried her, he was something different all together. Zandra blushed deeply as her thoughts took a sharp turn to some more -Ahem- thoughts. Zandra pushed the thoughts away quickly, hopefully her hood would hide her cheeks. She couldn't think of him like that. He was no more than a mentor, and enemy. An enemy she had befriended.