Sana watched as the group approached, grateful that they had arrived and that it seemed their day had been much more peaceful than the day before. Watching Hugh her hands clasped together beneath her cloak, knuckles white from the pressure as clutched together. She perked a brow as he dismounted Rodger and came over to her, thinking he would rather move out of the rain and into shelter before they spoke; both of them standing there soaking wet as the rain poured down and the chill in the air was most likely not pleasant to anyone but Sana at that time. The cool air was the only thing that brought relief from the burns.

	Seeing him smile brought both relief and anxiety. Relief because she never took joy in seeing anything but a smile on his lips but the anxiety was there; fearful that he still was oblivious to her pains and fears. Then the smile faded and she became worried for reason she did not know, other than the unknown. Her breath caught as he spoke, not sure what was happening at first but as his words continued she was finally able to breath again. It wasn't everything she was upset and worried about but it was a start. 

	"Thank you," she said in a soft voice with a gentle smile on her lips. As he reached forward and touched her scars she pulled back quickly, cringing in pain from his fingers on the burns. Her hand came up and grabbed his wrist, shaking her head. "Please don't, that hurts," she admitted. Reaching out she took his other hand and placed it to the other side of her face and neck where there were no scars. "This side," she said with a pained chuckle. She wasn't mad at him for touching her, it was a simple mistake and something they would both need to remember to be careful about from now on.

	"And as far as being beautiful, well duh, I know I'm hot. More now than ever and don't you forget it," she taunted like she did on many occasions with him. Reaching up she cupped the side of his cheek and sighed. "I'm scared," she whispered as she gazed into his eyes. It wasn't something that was easy for her to admit because it was not something she felt often. She tended to run towards danger and fear never hindered her but then it felt crippling. "Of you," she added. She wanted to explain but she waited to see if he would understand why because it was not something she was sure she could put into words.