She sags with relief as she senses his understanding. Another dizzy moment comes and goes before she looks up at him and nods. She feels like she’s been running in circles for so long, trying to find someone in this town who can help her — some way to be safe. She’s not a fighter, but now that she knows what he is … there’s hope in her eyes.
Derek almost wanted to be a little more frantic with his movements. It’s clear that this woman has had anything but good luck if her current apparel indicates anything. And more so, her scent indicated the stress and fear in her. Swiftly removing his jacket, he throws it over her, “Come on, my car’s up here, I’ll take you back to my place. We’ll figure out something there.”
She blinks up at him for a minute before a slight smile curves her mouth. She turns her face into the jacket and rubs her cheek on it, then pulls it from around her shoulders and holds it out to him insistently. Her other hand pats at her cloak, sweeping the forest bits from it, and when he takes his jacket back she scrambles to her feet and pulls the cloak back around her shoulders firmly.