Summer’s laugh was choked and harsh. “I /invade people’s privacy/,” she said. “I’m not a hero. There are so many people — hurting — I can’t — at least with you I knew what to do, I knew how, I was /allowed/.” She all but spits the last word. But almost immediately she’s put her hands over her face, head bent, shaking it until her red hair broke free of the metal clip and tumbled over her breast. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled, “I’m sorry, you don’t deserve that, it’s not you, it’s me.”
Her face was set, a little strained when she looked back up at him. “How are you feeling now? Do you think you can drink the chocolate?” It’s as if that grating interlude of pain never happened, she turned so quickly back to helping him.
Isaac flinched back, shocked by Summer’s unexpected harsh words. “I-uh…” He was uncomfortable now, worried she had a bad temper and might hit him. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when she calmed down, although he was still on alert. Silence fell over him as he searched for something to say, not wanting to make things worse. He looked up at her timidly, a shy smile forced onto his lips. “You can’t save everyone you know? Wasn’t saving me enough?” He returned his gaze to the floor, wrapping his arms around himself, feeling uneasy.
“Oh- uh…I’ll be fine in a few minutes, one of the perks of being a wolf I guess…” he mumbled, trying to lighten the mood. He accepted her offer. “Oh, sure…thanks.” He smiled softly, reaching for the mug and taking a long sip.
She felt his fear, blurry and bitter, and it was strange — what would make a, a /werewolf/ afraid of someone like her? But it didn’t matter, really. She put her fingertips against his, on the mug, to see how warm his skin was. “Do you think you can stand up now, maybe take a shower? There’s no telling what was in that lake water, and I think you’re warm enough now it won’t be a shock to your system.”
And then she would have to find him something to wear while she dried his clothes, and he would have to call someone — she wasn’t going to let him simply walk out of here alone. He didn’t act as though she’d stopped him suiciding, which meant someone had /put/ him in that lake, and that someone might come back.