"Not the point. I was killing a bear cub and you didn't even try to help." Her head was slightly bleeding and now her arms were scratched as well.
"I should be able to trust my friends to help."
Slowly, she started to return back to her state of mind. When she realized she was being carried, she squirmed and gave up, letting herself just be carried.
"Yeah, sorry." She got up and carefully walked towards the fire. "That's enough for tonight." She put her hands near it, warming them up.
(Crap, what do I do from here?)