"I think...I think you were right." Sam responded, propping himself up against a nearby tree and looking around. It was dark, though somehow, he could see just fine, but he was exhausted and still shivering from the cold. "I remember such incredible pain as I transformed, then everything goes a bit fuzzy. I remember we were hunting together, then we killed something, and somehow we ended up here. I...don't know where we are. I don't see any landmarks, and my memory is too foggy to remember how we got here. I honestly have no idea how to get back."

As he began to calm down, he became much more aware of Stevie's current state of dress, as well as his own. His cheeks flushed red with embarrassment at the situation, though the cold may have also played a role in that. He tried to keep himself from staring, but he couldn't keep himself from looking at her. Thankfully, the dire nature of the situation helped to distract him. "I think I'm fine, though. I'm still covered in dried blood, but I don't think I'm hurt. What about you?"