[Better to deal with his shit than her own. Faith shies away a bit at his gaze, but it's nothing to do with hating him and everything to do with her own shame. He'd only done what was needed. He'd saved her.

But it had not been her finest moment. She'd tried to rip his throat out. She could still feel that in her guts. She stares at the offered spot. For a moment she glances over to her spot away from everyone by the trees, a touch longingly.

But it's that look that does her in. Damn him. She didn't need him looking like a kicked puppy if she walks away.

She sits down beside him, catching his gaze out of the corner of her eye.]