For such a broken girl she was taking tremendous steps in attempting to trust a complete stranger. Over time, beginning in April, with the help of his constant presence every other night or sometimes, during the day, she was getting accustomed to his ever changing antics. His moods swayed far too easily causing the girl to not only be thoroughly observant, but to have the capability of changing her actions or feelings to what would appease him. It was rather a truly difficult thing. When he was upset she found him challenging her far too much if she shared her own frustrations so, she would have to force herself to let go. Should he be happy about something she would have to share his joy, even if she disagreed, finding his lopsided boyish grin a delight to see, a rarity to find on his façade. Each time she was in his presence her thoughts would waver, listing the countless ways he could easily harm her, turning on her and simply attacking. That was all she could see from him, at times, believing that one day he would turn on her- just as her own pack did. He was not her pack, but he was appeasing that part of her that craved to belong to another. It consoled her aching mind giving her the chance to try to pick up the shattered pieces, placing them together again to trust and continue to trust him. Trust, is such a fragile thing to her, it could be easily broken and she was doing everything she could to keep it from impairment. That he wished to have her sleep beside him in his hammock was far too advance for a move for her. Sure, she could sleep in the same room with him, up in the rafters in her makeshift den, she was safe. But to sleep right beside him...well...who could blame her for being a bit nervous. Which led to the very reason why she was going to wash his hands and clean the leftover s'mores in his dark ebony locks.

Placing the bowl on the kitchen table, slowly placing the towel into the warm waters allowing it to absorb before wringing it out as tightly as she could. Allowing any and all excess water to fall back into the basin. Turing her upper torso around in his direction, blue-grey eyes watched him wary as she looked to his sticky hands he had provided her. One hand would gently stroke his wrist, not grabbing it, as she placed the wet cloth on the palm of his left hand, not surprised that he would yank it away from her. Remaining patient, her soft eyes would look kindly into his own dark eyes, noticing the scowl on his face as he, eventually, provided his hand once more. Placing the cloth again on his palm, she would barely put pressure, allowing the cloth to pick up the sticky residue. A soft melody could be heard coming from the curly-haired woman as she hummed softly hoping the soothing tone would reassure her nerves, but hopefully give the deranged boy a sense of some sort of comfort. Finished with one hand, she would slowly move the soaked cloth to his right, not flinching when he moved it away, but her eyes would return to his waiting ever so patiently. The melody continued without pause as he brought his hand back to her, cleaning them off, and giving him an encouraging smile despite his cold glare and sneer, speaking gently with a gratified tone.

"See, I didn't hurt you...and it wasn't so bad. Very good Tobi, just let me do your hair and I'll do 3 whatever 3 things you want me to do."

Turning her upper torso around once more, dumping the cloth into the warm waters, continuing the soft humming. Allowing there to be some peace between the two wanting to keep him as calm as she could manage. Her eyes would shift, to the side noticing how he rubbed his barely dampened hands along his jeans. With a deep breath she would settle her nerves before taking the soaked rag out and wringing it out once more, wanting no excess water to be there. Turning her upper torso around once more, she would lean in taking a moment to pause, watching him carefully. It was rather unnerving, his dark eyes focused solely on her hand and wet cloth. Biting her pink lips nervously, she would squash her fear, gently placing the cloth in his hair, when suddenly she saw in a split second his body move towards her. Blue-grey eyes widen in shock and fear as she felt his teeth sink into her flesh, causing blood to come from near the base of her thumb and hand. She would stand up instantly, attempting to yank her hand out of his mouth, a sharp cry coming from the girl. Not wanting to hurt him, but not having a choice, her other hand would form into a fist as she knocked him square in the jaw, slamming into his face a bit harder each time, in synchronization with her words.

"Tobi! Let-go-of-my-hand!"

Feeling his mouth loosen she would bring her injured hand to her chest, ignoring the blood as it dripped down her scarred arm. She would take a few steps back, tripping over the chair slamming into her side. Holding back the tears, from the pain and anguish, she would curl her body closer to her, barely holding out her hand. The wash cloth remained clenched in her other hand and she would simply let it fall in her lap as she began to investigate the damage. Long nimble fingers touching the broken skin and broken thumb caused the girl to cry out again, letting out a harsh hiss as her teeth clenched together tightly feeling her thumb as it shifted back into place. Pulling her bloody hand back to her chest, her head would swing around, golden-brown curly locks cascading over her shoulders as blue-grey eyes narrowed at the figure of the completely disturbed boy. Seeing her blood on his lips made her cringe as that soft voice held a firm dark tone so, uncommon to come from such a compliant woman.

"You didn't have to bite me."

Her cold glare would continue to hold his dark eyes in place before she tilted her head down to her bloody hand. No tears fell as her golden-brown curls would slowly cover the scarred side of her face as she bent her head down lower, wishing desperately to curl up in a ball. Yet as she remained seated on the floor, clutching her injured hand, she could feel her species healing ability start to take effect, the stinging sensation evident that she was healing slowly. Reaching for the wet towel, she would slowly get herself back on her two feet, heading for the bowl on the kitchen table dumping the rag into the warm waters once more. Her broken mind began to race. Everything in her mind told her to attack, to get revenge on Tobi for hurting her. Whatever thread of trust that was between them, it was slowly fraying and deep down it was hurting her far too much than it ever should. He was the first creature she had tried to place some sort of trust in. Those experiences of hunting and playing, the basics that created the foundation to allow the two to live together side by side, as pack member and loner, seemed such a waste. However, there was another side of her mind that attempted to show her that the thread of trust was still there, that this was simply another step they had to overcome together. The thought of forgiveness popped into her head which suddenly seemed to ease that unbearable pain she felt deep down inside. Taking a deep breath she would wring the soaked cloth once more, making sure it was damp, ignoring the warm waters seeping through her torn flesh, still trying to heal itself as some of her blood feel into the waters and on top of the table. A heavy sigh escaped the girl, as she took a step towards him, she would rest the cloth over her arm, bringing her hands upwards in front of her, palms open and exposed, to show signals that she was not going to hurt him. That severe tone before was replaced with that familiar kind tone, giving a ring of subtle wish at the end.

"Please...let me get that stuff out of your hair...I'll do whatever ever you want, but please, don't hurt me again."

The broken woman was giving him another chance. Being too thoughtful and kind for her own good. Anyone else would have warned her to stay away from the beast, that she deserved to be bit, but she was willing to try again. Not wishing to throw all of their hard work away. Managing to stand only a few feet from him, her head would tilt upwards, blue-grey eyes meeting his dark chocolate eyes once more. Speaking very softly, with an edge of honesty giving it a subtle blunt tone.

"If I'm going to try to learn how to trust you...you need to learn how to trust me too."

Tobi may have a biting problem, but Raven had her own issues...like not giving up.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven