Seeing them retreat, the adrenaline that pumped through her started to leave- finally feeling the effects of some of the injuries she had received from the tussle. Some scrapes on her hands and arms, a split lip and a small bruise on her cheek. She squeezed her hands at odd intervals, giving him a nod.
“I’m fine, Jak.” Blearily she wiped her face with the palm of her hand, sighing. “I don’t think that would have turned out very well if you hadn’t of been here…” She kept an eye on the gun, a small grimace painting her face.
He seemed to notice her unease and the gun was spun around to return to its place on his back. He stepped closer to her and his arms circled her shoulders, gently pulling her to him.
“…I know,” he murmured, frowning softly. “…and I know that won’t be the last we see of them.”
