Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
He meant what he said, of that she was sure. But how could he say that, when she hadn’t even been here a whole day? It didn’t make sense.
But he was clearly going to sit there until she responded somehow. So she crept out of the corner, avoiding her hair carefully, and put her head on his knee.
Isaac remained sitting as she stayed silent. But then he heard her move. And then she crawled out from around the couch and up to him. He stayed still as she laid her head on his knee, a smile pulling up his lips. Gently, he raised a hand and stroked her hair softly. “I’ll take that as an ‘I’ll let you try’?” he asked, smiling down at her head.
Pressing her lips together, she nodded a little. She didn’t understand these people, but they were so determined. Maybe it was something to do with being werewolves? But Derek had said there were more than wolves in their pack — which also didn’t make sense.
She just really didn’t want to push herself where she wasn’t wanted. She huffed a little sigh, and then her stomach growled.
Loudly.
She buried her face against his knee and tried not to combust from embarrassment.