She smiled when he took her hand, lifting it to kiss his knuckles. She ran her fingers through his hair then, pushing it away from his face.<br/><br/>"I'll survive. Just try not to do it again," she said.<br/><br/>Leaning over, she kissed his forehead, lips lingering there for a moment. Hopefully, after this, things would settle down. Hopefully they'd be able to move past it all and live a normal life. As normal as they could anyway. She was tired. Her body aches, her mind was tired, and she couldn't stand seeing her mate in pain anymore. She was tired of him coming close to dying and being shot at. She just wanted a small sense of normalcy for once. To get out of that small room in the lodge and...into somewhere of their own would be ideal. But things had to be taken in baby steps while Warren healed.