Oh. That makes sense: he did kinda break the branch when he fell. No wonder she was pissed at him—and kicking his weapon away. Just great…
Sam swallows, propping himself up on his (good) arm. She doesn’t really answer his question, but hey, at least he has a name. It’s better than nothing. “My name’s Sam. Doesn’t matter at all, even at the end of days…” He sighs, sitting up now, so he can use his free arm to gesture towards the other. “Somewhere there. Hurts like hell, but I’ve had worse…”
He’d broken just a fraction of her home so the exchange of a broken arm was unjustified. The gun was not staying though, there would be no need for violence on this night.
Listening to her own words spat back at her the creature huffs, a shallow growl threatening to spill past her lips “I am doing you the great favour of being nice I would be e t e r n a l l y grateful if you’d return the kindness.” Padding towards Sam, with a skittish air about her, she grasps the broken arms- fingers trailing over the cloth covering skin. Quickly able to locate the problem.