Neither of them has a bullet wound so it’s all fine by her.

“I can do anything,” she replies. It won’t all be as easy as starting a fire, but she’ll learn fast. She leans back just enough to get a good look at his face, and she shifts to cup his cheek, ruffle the edges of his beard with her thumb. Teasing: “If I’d gotten here any later I might have mistaken you for a bear.”