[center]After Benvolio had been freed, Skye leaned down beside the dog, insisting that he would stay down so she could search and treat any injuries he had. She was relieved that she had found none aside from small scratches that did not seem to irritate him. She had sighed and now she was just sitting in the dirt, trying to regain her breath and mental balance. [i]That was terrifying. . . [/i]

Her eyes wandered over to the other two, each with "guardians" like herself. She scratched Benvolio behind the ear and looked up at them both, feeling too timid and shy too enter the conversation. She counted the seconds. [i]One, two, three. . . [/i]

Finally, she would force herself to speak, in a shy, quiet and slow manner. [b]"Thank. . you."[/b][/center]