His thoughts moved rapidly and he wasn't sure what would be more beneficial for him to do. Should he try to convince her of his actual identity and the safety she had within his arms? Or should he give in to letting her believe he was her brother in the ultimate attempt to keep her safe? Despite the way his mind reeled with trying to make a decision, his body responded in the only way it knew how by keeping up with the physical assurances. He decided, instead, on the third option -- be vague. "It's okay, Phoebe. Let's get out of here, huh?" He said, standing and offering her his hand to take. "We just need to go back and get your cactus." Should she take it, he would help her to her feet and start guiding her in the direction to her potted plant.
Noah
hope is a fire to keep us warm
