She leaned into the touch of his hand, glad for it and kind of embarrassed. She was filthy. Could feel it from head to toe and still smelled the scent of the cellar on her. God, she wanted a shower so bad, it wasn't even funny.

She frowned and shook her head slightly at that apology. Sam looked so miserable. "It's not your fault, Sammy. I know you did everything you could. S'okay."