The roughness of his hand as he helped her to her feet was a reminder of just how valid his fears were. "Thanks," she murmured, dusting her hands off against her hips and starting to walk. "How are you doing, being out here?" She wasn't the kind to talk about feelings or whatever, but it seemed worth asking. He'd been braving the jungle pretty well so far, as far as she could tell.
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Date: 2009-01-02 07:14 am (UTC)