Tension in Addie, felt despite the shaking, despite belief half-deafened by blood and breath, a sound that wasn't her over both--//no... he left...// touch. Adrenaline flared strong enough to taste, but--

Hard, strong, known hand against his leg, and Addie didn't strike first... He lifted his head, just slightly, enough to scent more than his tears and Addie's hair, and Wintergreen's scent met his nose, shape there... //What?//

He dipped his head enough to use his shoulder to force the tears away--trying, again, for some control. Wintergreen's shape was still there when his eye cleared for the moment.