Firestone Hot Springs weary traveler, broken spirit

Sorrel herself was facing an inner conflict more intense than any she'd felt before. Being weak and injured, now worse than when she'd started, it didn't seem smart to let a stranger anywhere near. On the other hand, he could know where she could find help and perhaps lead her to this sanctuary. Although she had no way to know which was true without a doubt, Sorrel knew that on her own, she was closer to death than she would have been as even a captive, where at least she would have been given food and shelter to be kept alive. Stop, she whispered again, feeling as though she needed silence to consider her options.

Finally, after a moment's thought, Sorrel came to the conclusion that she would have to put her trust in this male the same way she had with Maman. In both instances, she was afraid, alone, vulnerable, but knew that if she didn't let someone help her then there would soon be no one left to help. She moved her baby blues from the ground up to the forest greens of the brute before her, then gave a soft-spoken, Help, please.