After a week has passed since the first encounter of the Medic that found her, the tiny girl has been hiding in the walls for a long time.

Sometimes she would avoid people walking down the hallway, or listen to their conversations from behind the walls.

She wants to trust them since the first time she encountered them and talks to them.

However, she does not feel like it is ready to talk to them.

Not ready to fully trust them.

So, she continued hiding behind the walls, avoiding people, and listening to their conversations.

After a while of listening to their conversations, she could tell from one's voice that they are a completely different person than what she expected.

She also overheard their names, so she knows some of their names, but not all to remember.

At nighttime, she sleeps at the spot she stops and waits until morning comes.

Figuratively speaking, until the Soldier wakes up and blows his military horn to wake people up.

It annoys people, but it does not bother her.

It feels like home to her.

But now, she is in a dilemma.

She was out adventuring in the garage, wondering what could be inside to look around.

To her own feelings, she feels like she is in a giant museum filled with different and gigantic objects to gaze up at.

When she heard something come in the garage, she quickly ran for a hiding spot, only to notice a space in between two crates.

So, she hid in between the crates, hiding away from the giant person coming into the garage.

When the person came into the garage, it was the Scout, as he was glancing around, sighing to himself.

In his right hand, he is carrying a baseball, as the bat for the baseball was missing.

She is lucky that he did not notice that she was hiding or in the garage with him.

He walked the other side of the crates, as she watched him walk, peeking out slightly out of her hiding spot.

The Scout laid down on the couch in the back of the garage on his back, as his legs laid on top of the couch's arm to the left, as his head was resting on the other couch's arm.

His left hand was resting on his stomach, as his other hand was tossing his baseball up in the air and catching it with his hand.

Since their first encounter in the Medic Bay, she imagines herself as the ball he is using in his hand, flinging her up in the air, catching her repeatedly, until she gets sick or wounded.

She shivers in fear from the imagination, forcefully pushing the thought away from her mind.

Glancing back up at the Scout, she noticed he was busy focusing on his ball than her, so she feels safe to go back to the hole she found.

But if she goes out in the opening, she would get caught by him in the corner of his eye.

So, she does not know if she should either move or stay put.

While she is patiently waiting for him to leave the garage, the summer wind from the open garage door gently started blowing into the room, causing the dust underneath her feet to kick up.

She sniffed some dust that made her allergies kicked in slightly, to make her sneeze, loud enough that he can hear it from the other side of the room.

"Achoo!" She loudly sneezed.

She gasped in fear and quickly covered her mouth with both of her hands, along with her nose.

She had accidentally made a loud noise.

The Scout stopped throwing his ball in the air after he had caught it in his right hand.

Her stomach clenches in fear as she moved deeper into the darkness in between the crates.

He had heard her sneeze!

The Scout sat up from his spot, glancing around for the source of the noise as she hid, wishing that he did not see her.

He luckily did not see her in her hiding spot as he glanced around.

Shrugging to himself, he lay back down on the couch, continuing to toss his baseball into the air and catching it repeatedly.

As for the frightened girl, she is relieved that he did not catch her, removing her hand from her nose and mouth.

Until she felt another sneeze coming.

Panicking, she tried containing her sneeze with her hands, but she sneezed again, except louder than the first one, without her hands covering her mouth.

"Achoo!" She loudly sneezed again.

He heard the sneeze again and caught the baseball in his right hand.

The Scout sat up from his spot and glanced around again.

This time he felt suspicious about the sneeze.

He turned his body around on the couch, as his feet were on the ground, standing up to his height.

She hid more into her spot as she watches him get up from the couch.

When he got up to his feet, he placed the baseball down on the table right next to the couch, as it stayed perfectly still in its spot.

As the Scout was glancing around to seek for the hidden person, she hid deeper into her spot, hoping he did not notice her hiding in between the crates.

But as she moved, he noticed the sudden change in the dust from between the crates in the left-hand side of the room's corner.

He frowned slightly to himself, thinking it is a mouse hiding in between those crates or someone tinier than him.

The Scout walked over to the crates, and soundlessly jumped on the box on the left-hand side.

After he jumped on the left crate, he waited patiently for the mouse to pop out from between the boxes and catch it with his hands.

As for the girl, she was busy recovering from her last sneeze to notice the Scout was right next to her on top one of the boxes on her left-hand side.

So, she absent-mindedly stepped out from among the boxes and into the opening.

After she stepped out into the opening, she was about to take off her backpack to get the tissues out, when something moved in front of her as she froze in her spot.

A shadow loomed over her, as she stopped in her spot, her right hand on her backpack strap to take her backpack off.

Frantic thoughts popped in her head to look up at who is in front of her, or to run away from the figure.

So, she bravely glanced up to recognize who or what it is standing in front of her.

When she looked up, she encountered a curious Scout that unexpectedly came closer to her instead of the couch, gazing down at her as he was, crouching down to see her closer, as he was standing on top of the crates.

And it was the same Scout she had met back in the Medic Bay.

She yelped in fear when she noticed the Scout in front of her and scrambled back in between the boxes.

When she ran inside, he quickly got down from the crates and went down to his knees while his left hand was on the ground, flat-palmed.

He reached through the small gap between the crates with his right arm and quickly grabbed her backpack on her back.

She yelped out again as she stopped, her feet dragging against the ground, as she was yanked back.

From behind her back, she could feel the Scout's middle finger against her back, as his entire palm was gently wrapped around her backpack.

He did not use too much strength to crush the objects inside her backpack.

Only to grab her backpack as if he was snatching a cookie.

'Got ya.' He thought to himself, after grabbing her backpack.

He cautiously and slowly started gently pulling her back to get her out of between the boxes, as she was dragging her feet to stop herself.

She was squirming so much that he could not carefully drag her out without accidentally hurting her.

So, he instead hoists her up from the ground to smoothly pull her out than dragging her.

She gasped when she was picked up, feeling the straps of her backpack on her shoulders lifted up along with her, as her feet left the ground.

She noticed his fingers were only attached to her backpack when she glanced over her shoulder again to see what he is doing, so she slipped out of her backpack straps.

After she slipped out of her backpack straps, she softly landed back down on the concrete ground and went deeper into the narrow hallway of the crates.

When she reaches the end of the hallway, she curled closer to the nearest corner there is, hoping his long thin arm would not grab her.

When he carefully moved his arm out of the narrow space that he was reaching through, he only saw her backpack in his hand except with the girl who carries it around.

So, he put her backpack into his left hand and placed it in his pocket on the left side of his pants.

He went back down on the ground as his left hand was on the ground, as his right arm reached back into the middle of the crates to get her out of her hiding spot.

"Come on, I'm not gonna hurt ya," he gently spoke.

She only replied with a whimper of fear as she scrambled backwards more into the nearest corner, moving out of the fingers' way.

Terrified to get caught by him.

As she was moving around, she was collecting more dust onto her body.

And during the process, her allergies started to kick up.

She felt another sneeze coming, so, she sneezed the third time in the row, loudly.

"Achoo!" she loudly sneezed.

"Gesundheit!" he remarked after she had sneezed.

He kept on reaching for her, not minding his arm is getting tired of extending out to her, so he continued to reach down the middle of the crates.

When he reaches the end of the gap, he felt one of his leading digits gently touched her chest.

She felt embarrassed about the touch on her chest, so, she gently slapped his first finger in embarrassment from the direct contact.

He felt the gentle slap from her, but it felt like a soft tap to him.

Noticing he might have touched an uncomfortable place, he moved his hand down to make things easier, while moving forward.

His face was close to the side of the crate, as his arm was in between the boxes.

After he had moved forward, his first finger touched her stomach as she gasped, clenching her stomach with her muscles to get away from his touching fingers.

He carefully wrapped his whole right hand around her, covering her entire body with his hand, except her head and legs, which are popping out from the top and bottom, as her arms were gently pinned to her sides.

She was caught and could not move any of her body parts to squirm right out of his hand.

The girl accepted her capture since there was no escape and let him pull her out from between the crates.

When she was out in the open, she was face to face with the Scout, as he was holding her inches away from his face.

She started trembling in fear as she was in front of his face, scared to death of him, as her pupils went inward.

He slowly stood up to his full height as he held the small girl in his hand as his legs were a little sore from crouching down to reach her from the crates for a while.

After he had stood up, he noticed she was covered head to toe with dust from hiding in between the crates.

She felt another sneeze coming, so she sneezed the fourth time.

"Achoo!" she loudly sneezed.

"Bless ya," He responded to her sneeze.

She jolted from the sound of his voice and started to cry.

"Hey, what did I say to ya?" He asked, sounding worried when she started crying.

She did not reply to him as she continued crying softly, as she sniffed a couple of times.

He noticed she was allergic to the dust, because of the slight cherry red face on her rosy cheeks and it was not from crying.

So he reached into his other pocket that does not have her backpack inside and pulled out a small white cloth from his pocket.

He gently wrapped it around his first finger with one hand and reached over to her with the finger that has the cloth covering.

She panicked when she noticed his finger through her tears, thinking the cloth is filled with sleeping liquid.

So she closed her tear-stained eyes, hoping this will end quickly, when she instead felt a gentle touch from him, on top of her dust-covered head.

She opened her eyes in confusion and glanced up in curiosity, to noticing he is actually gently wiping the dust off her from hiding in between the crates.

He was being careful with her as he gently cleaned the dust off her head, also wiping the tears off her cheeks too as she closed her eyes.

When he finished cleaning her face from being covered in dust and tears, he moved down to her body.

The Scout opened his hand from being wrapped around her body; she tilted his hand down as she is laying down on his palm.

She did not move as he laid her down in his palm, feeling scared if she stirs she would fall to her death after falling off his hand.

She felt mildly embarrassed about him gently touching her body without her permission, so, she instead lets him.

Worried if she gently slaps his clothed finger away, he might get furious at her for that.

After he had been done carefully wiping the dust off her body, the front and back, her hair was slightly staticity from the cloth he has.

She used her arms to brush her hair down as she is sitting in his palm.

He placed the cloth back into the same pocket where he had pulled it out earlier as she finished brushing her hair down.

The Scout then gently wraps his fingers around her body again, carefully changing the plane of holding her form to 90° angle, as her head, and arms were poking out from the top and her feet dangling down at the bottom.

She does not trust him, but she knows when to either run or to say something to him.

"Scout! Where the hell are you?!" the Soldier's voice suddenly yelled, startling both Scout and the girl.

The Scout glanced at the door on the other side of the garage, looking at whoever could be walking in the garage.

The girl started to panic as she gripped the Scout's bandages around his hand with her hands.

She could not be seen by another team member, because of the way how humans treat borrowers in her memory, remembering stories about them.

Before she could squirm out of his hand to escape from the Scout, and perhaps get a broken leg, when she was suddenly shoved into a dark and loose space, but deep enough inside to prevent her from crawling out of it.

She is shoved into his pants pocket.

There was no way to escape nor to crawl out of his pocket.

The cloth was underneath her body is cushioning her from being uncomfortable inside, from him walking or running to different places.

She felt like she is laying on top of a soft bed, despite that the cloth was covered in dust.

Luckily, the cloth was wadded up into a small ball, so she does not have the dust underneath her body.

As she was thinking of a way to get out of his pocket, she heard stomping feet enter the garage, as she immediately froze.

Those feet belong to the Soldier.

Deciding to stay inside his pocket, she curled into the cloth underneath her to make herself small, but listened to the conversation between the two.

"What is it?" she heard the Scout asked from above her body.

"Have you seen Lieutenant Bites?" she heard the Soldier demanded, walking up to him.

She shrunk more into the cloth as she quietly winced to herself, worried about being caught in a fight.

"No, I have not," the Scout replied.

She continued listening to their conversation, as she felt something gently place against her side.

The girl jolted from the sudden touch, thinking it was someone else.

But she relaxed somewhat when she noticed the feeling was from the Scout.

The female was shaking a little as she continued hearing the two of them chattering as the Scout's hand removed away from her.

By the opening of his pocket, she could slightly see the Scout is casually talking to the Soldier in front of him, not looking down at her as he continued talking to the Soldier, now have his arms crossed over his chest.

After a couple of minutes of talking, as she imagined herself getting pulled out from the Scout's pocket and shown to the Soldier, then to the entire team, used as a plush toy.

She shivers to herself as she forced the memory to go away.

But instead of getting pulled out of the pocket, she heard the Soldier's sigh, sounding like he is annoyed about something between their conversations.

"Fine, I'm going to check with the Medic if he knows where Lieutenant Bites is," the Soldier loudly replied.

"Alright then, find your little pet," the Scout sneered as the Soldier left.

She heard the Soldier turned his back around towards the Scout, heading for a different place, as the sound of his stomping feet fades away.

The girl shakily sighs and placed her hands on her chest.

As for the Scout, he watched as the Soldier stomps away from the garage room, entering the hallway and marched towards the Medic Bay.

He sighed in relief after the Soldier had left.

He gently placed a hand back to the trembling girl in his pocket, while he felt her jolt once more from the touch of his entire palm.

'Da Doc wasn't kiddin' 'bout da girl bein' traumatized.' He thought to himself, feeling a bit guilty of frightening her almost to death.

He glanced away from his pocket for a moment to check if the Soldier came back after asking the Medic for Lieutenant Bites.

When the coast is clear, he glanced away from the door, thinking of a way to calm her down from her fear.

If he takes her to his room, it will feel uncomfortable with having a tiny lady around.

But, she might also find things supposed to stay hidden.

Before he could give in, he noticed the sun was setting slightly over the visible horizon in the distance, as there was a single tree from the light.

The scenery gave him an idea from the view.

So, he reached back into the pocket he placed her in earlier, with his right hand.

He hopes she does not remember the last time he held her.

Inside his pocket, she noticed he was reaching for her again, so, she tried to move to the bottom of the pocket to escape from his fingers.

But they got to her and gently wrapped around her body, as she gave out a small and terrified whimper, feeling a little tight in the Scout's hand.

He carefully pulled her out from his pocket, and she was shaking uncontrollably from head to toe, fearing he might use her like a baseball or worse than what she is thinking of what he might do to her next after he has captured her.

As she was in front of him, her heart was beating fast as she was in front of his face, feeling worried and scared about what he might do to her.

Without warning, he gently pressed her up against his smooth chest and ran straight in the direction of the plain, towards a grassy hill in the distance, while carefully carrying the girl against his chest.

As he ran over to the grassy plain in the distance, she gripped two handfuls of his shirt he is wearing, worried if he trips, she might be squashed from underneath all his weight, or worse from him that she does not want him to do to her.

The Scout felt her grip his shirt, so, he steadily decelerated his pace, so she can feel safe.

When he reached the hill, he slowed down his running pace to walking.

After he went from running to walking, he stopped at the top of the grassy hill, as an acorn tree grew on top of the slope.

Being careful as he can, he slowly and carefully sat down underneath the tree and leaned back against it.

When he got comfortable, he glanced down at the girl on his chest, now not gently pressing her against his chest from the running.

She was still shaking slightly from her capture earlier, worried that he might be doing this so that she can be forced to believe in him.

So that he might torture her to death because of how small she is or makes her as an obedient slave for their deeds.

But, she began calming down slowly, realizing he is not doing anything rash to her.

Her trembling started to slow down a bit, slowly from his heartbeat that she hears from his chest.

It is well built like anybody's hearts would, but this pulse that she is hearing is rapid like a rabbit's or a hummingbird's.

'Whoa…' She thought to herself in amazement, as her cheeks were gently splashed with hints of pink. 'His heartbeat is strong… But isn't it dangerous for anyone's heart to be that fast after they drink or eat that much sugar? …Or is it because he exercised a lot?'

She was silent for a moment listening to his heartbeat, did not realize he was staring at her in confusion, wondering why she is quiet.

He thinks she might have fallen asleep from the feeling and the sound of his heartbeat, so he decided to pick her up from his chest.

She felt his fingers gently curled in slightly, and she panicked, moving her head up from his chest, believing he is going to pick her up roughly like a child would to a plush toy.

When he instead did not pick her up, but moved his hand away from her, as she laid there perfectly still.

"Oh, you're still awake." he softly spoke as she jumped from the sudden sound of his voice. "I thought dat you fell asleep."

She only stared at him with confusion on her face, confused about why he said that to her.

The girl expected yelling or anything that would scare her more, but this was unexpected.

He glanced up from her to the horizon and scooted up slightly, as she quickly grabbed two handfuls of his shirt.

"Hey," he spoke as she glanced up at him from her hands. "You're gonna miss this, look behind ya."

She gazes at him in confusion for a moment before deciding to follow his order.

So she slowly turned around, and glanced cautiously at where he was staring at.

When she looked behind her back, she saw the sun slowly setting over the horizon, making the sky into a beautiful pink, orange, and yellow mixture in the heavens.

The way of the scenery looked like one of the pictures her sister colored when she was much younger.

She was silent for a moment, as she gazed in awe at the gorgeous sunset, watching as it sets over the horizon.

The girl calmed down a bit, feeling relieved he is not going to hurt her.

But, the other half of her mind is saying fearfully, 'Why are you here?! He is going to squash you later, after the sun sets over the horizon! You should run for your life right now!'

The other half of her mind was saying to stay put until she knows what is going on.

So she decided to stay put, but alert for any sudden movements or sudden grabbing of his hands.

"Hey, are ya asleep?" the Scout quietly asked, gently tugging her away from her troubled thoughts.

She jolted slightly from his voice, suddenly asking her as she glanced at him from the sunset.

The girl only replied with a nervous look on her face, responding immediately to his question, "N-No, I'm awake! Just looking at the beautiful sunset…"

She went silent again after she had trailed off, glancing away from his gaze to the left side.

Nervous that he might kill her later, after the sunset.

But he felt suspicious about why she went silent after the blurted out her words.

She nervously chews on the bottom of her lip and quietly added, slightly ashamed at her worried outcry, "And, I'm just scared…"

He rose one of his eyebrows in confusion and asked, "Why are ya nervous?"

She glanced back at his eyes and answered, "I actually have not encountered a giant before in my life."

He felt more confused about her answer, so he asked, "How didja get small and how didja get here since you've never seen a giant before?"

She answered the question he asked about, "I can't remember how I shrank before I met you. The only thing that I remembered was I was running away from a machine that was chasing me in the forest, then I tripped over an uprooted root from a tree, then I slammed my head against something metal like on the ground, thus the injury on my head that your medic noticed earlier from our first meeting."

He fell silent for a moment, and she added, "And the reason that I'm jumpy and nervous all the time, is because I am also terrified of getting hurt or worse, killed by giants, too. I mean, giants to me could be dangerous, but I don't blame them. It's what they choose."

He was quiet as he stared at her, and she quickly added, worried about him thinking differently than what she was thinking of.

"I don't mean that all giants are mean, big and scary, I meant I'm scared to get hurt by them on accident. I don't know who to trust or believe in. Everything around me is new to me, and I was left alone in the Medic Bay without any warning. I was just waiting for the results." she continued, rubbing her left arm with her hand.

She sighed as she placed her right hand on the right side of her head, feeling the bruise on her head.

"I'm sorry, I'm a bit of a chatterbox, but…" she trailed off, thinking to herself of what else she might talk about.

He sat up slightly from against the tree behind his back, getting a bit comfortable from the previous position he was in.

She glanced up at him from looking away for a moment, looking a bit worried.

"So you're afraid dat we might catch ya and use you for somethin' against your will?" he asked, saying what she said in his own words.

"I guess," she nervously replied, glancing away from him again.

She looked at the sunset behind her back, as he thought her words on what she is feeling.

Reflecting on what he or his friends could do to her.

Shaking the thoughts out of his head, he decided to comfortable as his back was aching slightly.

So being careful, he adjusted his posture from where he was laying down earlier.

Before he could move, he remembers her on his chest as she was busy focusing on the sunset behind her back.

He stopped at where he was and reached over to her with both of his hands.

She turned back around in confusion when she noticed he was moving around slightly, deciding not to move to as he got up.

But then starting to move his hands forward to where she is, as she flinched slightly from the sudden appearance of his hands from each side.

He gently scooped her up from his chest onto his palms of his hands.

The girl did not squirm out of his hands from the sudden touch, so she instead stayed still, as she was lifted up to his face.

He went into a sitting position, as his legs were crisscrossed, as she was still laying on her front, waiting for him to stop moving around.

When he stopped, she got up from laying down in his palms, sitting up onto her knees.

"Listen pally, me or mah friends won't do any of dat to ya, and I'll promise ya dis, I'll keep ya safe from any harm, and make ya feel like home, 'til we get ya to your real home. Understand?" he gently huffed, sounding determined to keep her safe from any harm to her new size.

She oddly felt protected with him in his hands, so, she nodded her head and got up to her feet before wobbled from his soft spongy palms and landed on her bottom.

"Tryin' to stand?" he asked, with a lack of sarcasm in his voice.

"Nope, just trying to get to my bottom, which apparently worked," she explained. "And that was my first time to stand in someone's hands."

The Scout nodded his head, and she placed her right hand on his thumb as a way to tell him that she believes in him.

"I also believe in ya, Scout," she replied.

He softly chuckled while he got up to his feet, being careful with the passenger in his hands, as she gently tightened her grip on his thumb, a little worried about falling to the ground.

"Please, 'Scout' is mah nickname, mah real name is Jeremy Ciel, yours?" he introduced himself.

She softly chuckled and replied, happy, and relieved that she is not going to get killed by him after the sunset, nor from any of his friends, "Stephanie, Stephanie Nova Rose Allen is my name, Jeremy!"

He gently smiled a bit, and she chuckled softly along with him, although slightly nervous about his trust towards her.

"Anyway, wanna go back inside?" She asked, jabbing a thumb back at the RED base. "I'll go into the same hole that I found earlier, and-"

She was cut off when he put her in his right hand and carefully placed her on his left shoulder, right near his neck where she can talk into his ear.

"Nu-uh. You're stayin' in mah room for da evenin'," he replied after she was placed on his shoulder, removing his hand from her.

Stephanie's cheeks blushed a rosy color in embarrassment.

"A-Are you sure about that, Jeremy," Stephanie stammered, feeling her cheeks heat up a bit.

"Yeah, I'm sure," he calmly replied, as he carefully stood up to his feet, and walked away from the tree, heading towards the RED base.

"But I respect other people's privacy," She sheepishly explained.

He glanced over at her in confusion about her sheepish reply.

"Ya respect other people?" He questioned in confusion.

"Yeah, I used to live with a mom and a sister. My poor Dad is the only male in the family," She answered, remembering her past and chuckling gently.

When he got to the garage door, he walked cautiously through the frame, looking out for anyone else from the team that might be waiting for him.

After the coast is clear, he walked over to the door and opened it, entering the RED base.

"So, do ya know where your family is?" he asked, with a bit of hope in his heart.

He sincerely hopes she is not alone and worried to encounter an outraged family that thought he shrank her to hand size if he takes her back.

She was silent for a moment, as she gently stroked the back of her neck with her left hand, as her other hand was holding onto his shirt's collar.

Stephanie only sadly answered, lying to him about her family, "I, unfortunately, can't remember that one either."

He felt remorseful for her, as she glanced away from him, with a hurt look on her face.

The Scout looked away from Stephanie and quickly glanced around for any of his crew members heading his direction.

Luckily, they are all asleep in their beds since it is almost dark today.

He carefully and quietly snuck into his room and quietly opened the door to his room.

His room is not that big, but large enough for his bed and cloth dresser to be inside for him to sleep and change his clothes.

"Well, dis is mah room where I sleep." he calmly spoke, breaking the ice between the both.

She glanced up from looking away and noticed his room.

At first, she did not want to sleep inside, but the warmth inside was attracting.

So, she allowed herself to be in his room.

He moved his right hand over to her and gently but carefully scooped Stephanie up from his shoulder and place her down on the table right beside his bed, right near a lamp.

After she had been placed on top of the table, he walked away for a moment, leaving Stephanie in confusion, until he absent-mindedly started taking off his shirt.

Stephanie went bright red as his shirt.

She grabbed the hood of her sweater and pulled it over her head, covering her face with it.

Embarrassed that she saw him change right in front of her!

She still has her hood over her face when she heard something set in front of her.

So, she peeked from underneath her hood by pushing it up slightly.

Stephanie saw her backpack in front of her, unharmed or smashed from his strength.

She thought he might have tossed it away in the trash since he took it off of her to escape from him, but it is in front of her without any signs that it was thrown in the trash!

Stephanie gently lifted her hood a little in confusion and in awe, until she glanced up slightly, seeing him without his shirt on, revealing his smooth and flat skin.

He is skinny like she noticed before, but he lacks any abs or muscles.

Stephanie's rosy cheeks went rosier than before, as she quickly pulls the hood over her face again, deeply embarrassed.

The Scout softly chuckles at her reaction of him half-naked.

"You did that on purpose, didja?" Stephanie asked, muffledly from underneath the hood.

"Maybe," the Scout mischievously replied, moving away from her to continue getting undressed. "Or maybe you're a little too shy."

"Oh, shush!" Stephanie scolded him, as the Scout softly chuckled.

Then, after a moment of silence again, she felt something gently tapped her head, so she slowly removed her hood, checking if he was still naked.

She bravely glanced up at him, and to her relief, he is now wearing a white tank top with black pants that reaches down to his ankles.

They are his pajamas to wear for the night.

"Best if ya change too. Ya wouldn't be sleepin' in your clothes for da night," he replied thoughtfully.

Stephanie recalled what he meant, so she stood up, before stopping herself, looking uncertain.

"Oh, I promise not to look at ya," he assured.

"Promise?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I promise." The Scout assured again.

She hesitated at first as she glanced away from him, but followed after her thoughts.

"Alright, I'm ready," she said, glancing up at him.

He nodded his head and glanced away from her, as she changed, although checking behind her back in case if he breaks her promise.

While she was changing without him looking at her, he thought to himself about her parents.

Who were they and where could they be?

Where could her brothers or sisters go, and who was there with her as she escaped into the lush forest?

And where was this forested part that she came from what she spoke of?

After a while of thinking to himself, Stephanie finished changing as she put her shirt over her body, glancing back at him as he was distracted.

"Jeremy?" Stephanie's voice gently pulled him from his thoughts.

"Hmm?" he replied gently, glancing back at Stephanie.

She is wearing a blue long-sleeved pajama shirt, with light navy colored pants that reach down to her ankles.

Her glasses, shoes, socks, sweater, and shirt were off and neatly folded to the side, along with her backpack, ready for the next day.

She looked cute wearing those pajamas in his opinion.

"So, uh, where could I sleep?" she sheepishly asked, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"In mah bed, of course," he answered, standing up fully from kneeling slightly to her height.

Her cheeks went rosy again like last time he said about staying in his room.

"Y-Yours?!" she softly exclaimed in shock and embarrassment.

He nodded his head, answering her question.

Stephanie glanced away from his gaze, looking embarrassed as her cheeks flustered.

"Are you sure about that?" she nervously asked.

He nodded his head again as he gently placed his right hand on the table for her to climb on top.

Stephanie hesitated for a moment before carefully climbed onto his palm.

When she sat down in the middle of his palm, that is still bandaged, he carefully lifted Stephanie up from the table, being careful from accidentally dropping her to the ground.

Just to be safe, she placed her right hand on his thumb, as he gently curled his fingers inward to be protected.

"Of course! I don't wanna see ya uncomfortable on da bedside," he remarked, lifting her up to his face.

"True." she agreed, sounding nervous. "It can be a little uncomfortable for me to be on the table."

He then placed her gently against his chest as a barrier for her to be protected.

When she was near his chest, she absent-mindedly gently leaned her head into his chest.

She felt normal, but a bit nervous and shy that she is sleeping in his bed.

Not only that, she feels safe, now that she is protected by him.

In the distance of her thoughts, she can hear his heartbeat.

It felt like a lullaby for her to automatically fall asleep.

He cautiously walked over to his bed and sat down carefully with the passenger against his chest as his hand was covering her back as a protective barrier.

When he sat down on the bed, he moved his legs into the bed sheets and with his left hand, he pulled the covers up to his waist.

After getting into his bed, he carefully laid on his back, his right hand still on Stephanie, as she winced, grabbing two handfuls of his tank top.

Then, he pulled the cover to his front, slightly covering Stephanie and half of his front.

Stephanie felt a little nervous, confused, and calm now that she is sleeping on someone's chest and on the bed!

But, the lullaby of his heartbeat made her feel sleepy and relaxing, so, she fell asleep, on his chest, distantly listening to his pulse.

He felt puzzled about why she was silent during the night.

Worried, he was going to ask her a question, when he heard soft and quiet snoring from his front.

He glanced down at his chest, noticing Stephanie was all curled up against his shirt in a small ball underneath his palm with the large blanket over her body, except her head.

She is sleeping peacefully on his chest, her handfuls of his tank top released and placed underneath her head, acting as a pillow for her to sleep comfortably.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, he instead gently smiled at her, feeling proud of himself to let her trust him slowly.

With the tip of his thumb, gently rubbing her back in a circular motion, while the rest of his hand is still wrapped around her body.

He placed his head back down on his pillow, after checking Stephanie if she is okay.

After a while of being in the room in silence, he too starts falling asleep.

Then, he fell asleep with her, being careful with Stephanie on his chest that is peacefully sleeping throughout the night with him.