[b]She looked down at her bruised and badly torn feet, the cuts and gashes still fresh.[/b] [b]With a shrug, she placed a gentle hand in his, her skin strangely soft.[/b] [b]With a heave, she brought herself up with a wince, but did not protest. She rarely did. Quickly, she slipped her hand out of his and looked at the entrance, slightly confused on what the place was supposed to be.[/b]