That growl was enough to make her smile slightly. He should know by now that she was no longer the woman that would just coware away and pray he come rushing to her rescue. She had grown past that, she could save herself.

She was already well ahead of him now once he asked if she had any kind of weapon. Thankfully she had found a rather nice branch that had fallen not too far from her pod. It looked sharp enough, at least enough to get the job done but that didn't stop her from sinking her hand into the wet mud in order to grab the sharpest rock she could find.

"You worry too much," she called back to him.