Blackfoot Forest A Strong Mind, But Weak Heart

She nodded, unsure what else there was to say. She was taut as a bowstring as she sat there but his voice distracted her. Slowly the tension melted from her small frame, leaving behind loose muscles and the warmth that Sam gave off.

She would apparently be seeing more of Sam, which she didn't mind, as her therapy sessions continued. They were supposed to do this everyday until they began working up to other touches and so on. She felt gratitude towards the brute for his willingness to help her when she hadn't even known had to help herself. "Thank you."