Sam - Shifter
Sam felt himself go slightly red at Veriane's words and sighed inwardly.Jeesh, Sam berated himself, Get a grip. Yes you like her, but you don't need to go tomato red every time that she speaks. But the majority of his mind was doing cartwheels in his head singing a song that went something like, "She cares about me! She was worried! She cares about me! She was worried!"
"Yeah," He replied as normally as he could, trying to ignore the troupe of dancers in his head, "Well I was, erm, pretty afraid for you too. I mean, the cuts looked deep. Um, yeah."
He trailed off into an embarrased silence, then decided that he wouldn't let a simple thing like a crush stop him from talking.
"Come on," He said, grabbing her hand and pulling her down the corridor as fast as his leg would go. "Let's go see if we can help or something."
His cheeks flamed a bright red when he realised that he was holding her hand, and he dropped it like it was a hot stone.
"Erm, yeah. Let's ... go. Go, um, see what we can do..." Sam mumbled, before ducking his head and walking in the direction of the east wing.
((Sorry, I know my writing's bad there. I'm bleugh.))
