Sarah's Companion 8

Sarah could hear it again.

The sounds of the man having some form of nightmare.

She knew better than to touch him this time as she sat crossed legged in what she hoped was a safe distance.

It didn't stop her wanting to do something.

Her hand felt her neck, it was still sore from the last time she tried anything . . .

What should she do?

Sarah wanted to do something for him. He'd fought off jaguars for her, freed her from captivity, fed her, sheltered her . . . and she had done nothing.

Surely she wasn't completely useless out here.

What she came up with next definitely wasn't her best idea yet, but it was still better than having a near death experience.