Amara’s pov
He set me down next to another tree on a more leveled and comfortable footing. I frowned at the loss of his arms around me and his scent filling my senses. He fished out a dagger from his pockets and dropped to his knees before me.
"What are you about to do?!" I screeched scrambling away but my efforts were thwarted. He grabbed me easily and planted me back in place.
"Be still." His tone was fierce as he grabbed my ankle, drew my leg out, and placed it on his lap. I watched as he felt around the wounds and thorns and then he began using the dagger to tear around the flesh mildly to extract them.
He finished the first foot, cast me sympathetic looks as I winced and I heard a muttered sorry Malyshka more than once, at least I was sure that's what I heard. The jerk didn't say
