Out of the corner of his eye, Logan spotted Angel clambering to her feet. He rushed over to brace her, but she slightly pushed her aside. “I can stand…” she declared. She hobbled past and over to Aurora. “What are you doing?” she asked menacingly.     “I thought I was helping you two. Is that not what I'm doing?” Aurora asked back.     “Oh you're doing something, all right, but I'm not so sure it's that,” Angel said while taking the cloth that was once on Logan's arm.     “So I bandaged him up while you were out. Something wrong with that?” Aurora slowly backed away until she was pinned against the tree.     “You tell me.”     “Angel,” Logan said. “That's the truth. When I ignored it, she insisted I get it patched up.” Angel spun around, her demeanor shifting; she looked back at the huntress who just stared back with a blank expression.     “You might want to get her a leash,” Aurora said to Logan. “She seems prone to biting.” Angel gasped at the comment.     “She usually has good reason to,” Logan said back as he narrowed his eyes.     “Hmph. Well, I'm going to see how much further camp is. You two can--I don't know--enjoy the privacy.” Aurora slid her helmet on and ran up the next slope; she slightly turned back to catch a piece of their conversation.     “Angel, what was that about?” Logan asked.     “I don't know,” Angel said woefully. She grasped her stomach as she began to fall. Logan caught her and sat her down beside him. “It just seems she's getting too comfortable around you, and I don't appreciate it.”     “She's helping us, Angel. We're not in a position to be picky; we need all the help we can get.” Aurora smiled under her helmet, then slid down the other side of the slope. “We need to get you help, but if you run her off, we'll be stuck out here with no idea where to go.” Angel turned her head to Logan, her mouth cracking open, but instead of saying anything, she just stared at the man.