"Indeed." She says flatly as he speaks. Taking one last look at her rough, calloused hands she sighs lightly and slips her hand into his and climbed to her feet. She could have done so without his help, but even that small gesture helped her to feel slightly more feminine, slightly more normal.<br/><br/>"You must stop thinking about it." She casualy remarks as she begins to lead them once more, her body moving fluidly around obstacles, adn keeping from sticking to a straight path. "Keep the hate and anger, but stop picturing what you saw. It will only serve to distract you."<br/><br/>She does not pause, does not look towards him as she continues. The trees thin lightly, almost imperceptively until there was a break a head, about a hundred yards or so.