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nothing to fear from them. I will protect you.”
    “But…” Kim winced when a rock poked her in
the back again.
    “Are you hurt?” Wray stepped towards her.
“Have my actions harmed you?”
    “No, I did this.”
    “Because o f me.
P lease Kim, let me help you. I do not have a portable repair
unit here, but perhaps there is something I can do.”
    “It’s just a bruise, I have lots of them.”
Looking at the hands she knew were damaged fending off the
Ganglian, she was shocked to discover them healed, the bruises and
cuts barely visible. “What?” she looked at Wray confused.
    “The portable repair unit was able to heal
the worst of you r injuries.” Wray told her
again.
    “Portable repair unit… you told me that
before, I just didn’t realize…” she looked at her hands then
silently took inventory of her body. The terrible pain that had
been with her since the first attack was gone. She hadn’t realized
it when she’d been trying to escape or when she’d been eating, she
almost felt… normal. Was that really possible?
    Rising to her knees she slowly pulled up the
hem of the shirt she was wearing, bracing herself for the damage
she would find on her thighs; instead, she found pale skin with
just the faintest network of scars revealing the trauma she had
sustained.
    “That's amazing…” she trailed off, frowning
at the black material in her hand, then looked at Wray, who was
dressed only in pants and boots and realized she was wearing his
shirt. He literally had given her the shirt off his back. He saved
her from the Ganglians. Saved her from running into the storm. He
had healed her injuries shared his food and what had she done in
return? She ran from him, attacked him, screamed at him. “I’m
sorry…” she whispered, tears filling her eyes.
    “For what?” Wray choked out. He had barely
been able to stop his groan at the sight of her lush pale thighs,
but the sight of her tears had his throat tightening. “You have
nothing to be sorry for, little one. I am the one that caused
this.”
    “You gave me your shirt.”
    “You had no coverings when I found you, you
were chilled.” He watched another shiver run through her small
frame and cautiously stepped closer. “You are again.
Please , Kim,” he held out a hand and
prayed to the Goddess that she would take it. “I do not want you to
become ill.”
    Kim looked up into Wray’s gray eyes that
reminded her so much of Warrior's. They were pleading with her to
trust him, to take his hand. Could she?
    Was this what Warrior had felt like when she
held out her hand? Was that why it had taken him so long to
come to her? To trust her? She hadn’t understood how much courage
it had taken him to reach out to her, to trust her not to hurt him.
Could she be that brave?
    “Please, Kim.” Wray whispered so softly that
she had to strain to hear him, but she did and in those quiet words
she heard his concern, his worry, and his desperation… he thought
she was beautiful… reaching out she slipped a small hand into
his.
    Wray had never been as relieved as when she
took his hand. Slowly he held out his other one and waited. When
she gave him the other hand too, he carefully pulled her up. “Did
you injure yourself? When you fell?” he asked quietly.
    “No. It was just hard.” Her eyes never left
his.
    “And you are soft.”
    “Thank you for the shirt.” She whispered.
    “I would give you everything I
have , Kim.” Wray vowed and saw her eyes
widen. “But first, I need to get you warm. Will you let me hold you
again?” he asked and held his breath, unsure how far her trust
would extend.
    Kim frowned slightly as a foggy memory
surfaced from the dark. She had felt so safe when she was there,
had known nothing could harm her. Now she realized it was because
Wray had been holding her, keeping her warm and safe while she
slept. “I’d like tha t very much.” She said
softly and stepped closer to his warmth.
    Slowly Wray moved backwards,