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Leanadas stood and marched towards the shelter, anger and embarrassment powering her steps. With one motion, she ducked under her former cloak and into the cool gloom of their makeshift shelter. Kalvor, lounging against the cliff wall, raised his head as she entered. As his curiously amused gaze drifted over her face, she felt her anger rise.
"You look flushed," He murmured softly as she crossed the room in cloud of anger. "Is there a problem?"
"Yes there's a problem," Her voice sizzled across the space between them and his smile widened even more. "I can't believe you said.. I can't believe you even insinuated that I.. I." She stammered on the words, not wishing to vocalise that most dangerous of thoughts.
"And I can't believe you threw yourself into my arms," He replied smoothly as he leant forward to inspect the wooden debris beside him. "After such a display, what am I expected to think?"
"Not that," Leanadas retorted as she sank to the floor and stared down at the wood. "You shouldn't have taken it so seriously. It was nothing really, just relief."
"Now that hurts," He chuckled as he reached to his belt and removed a small knife. "And there was I thinking we'd forged a connection."
"You're delusional," She muttered, calming down as he tapped the surface of the debris. "Can we do anything with that?"
Kalvor stared at the wood and wrinkled his nose. "Well if we managed some creative rope work, then maybe we could make it stable enough to get across that, but," he sighed and rubbed his nose. "There's no guarantee it'll work. Of course, I don't have a hatchet or decent rope," Pushing himself into an upright position, he looked at the totem with consternation. "If I manage to hack this up, then maybe."
Leanadas' face fell as she took in the enormity of the task ahead of them. Neither of them carried the right tools for building a raft and the material they had collected, whilst able to float, was barely adequate. "You mean it's useless?" She asked in a flat tone as she stared at him. "That I risked my neck for nothing?"
"No," He looked up then and stared directly at her. "It may not be much but we can use this," he hesitantly reached out a hand and caught her fingers. "You may have saved us." He smiled at her then, a genuine smile that lit his face and Leanadas caught her breath. His fingers were warm against her skin as they squeezed reassuringly. "thank you for trusting me." He released her hand and she slowly let out the breath she was holding as Kalvor turned back to the timber. "Give me a hand." And with that, Leanadas and Kalvor set to work, using the edge of Kalvor's two handed sword to chop the wood.
They worked hard, shaping the wood with what little tools they had. After an hour, Kalvor raised his head from the project with a sheepish look on his face. "You know I said you may have saved us. That may have been a little premature."
"Tell me you don't need any more?" She uttered, staring at the mess in horror.
"Unfortunately," He gave her a sympathetic grin. "We're going to need some more. It's time for you to dangle precariously over a ledge again," With that, he stood and moved towards the exit. Reaching the door he glanced over his shoulder at Leanadas, who hadn't moved. "Don't worry, I won't let you fall."