joel knew you were a quiet girl.

from the moment you arrived in jackson with your brother. you had strong survival instincts, maybe the smartest girl in the village. and you weren't afraid to hurt feelings or break bones. you were closed off, mean, and not very social

as time went on, you learned more and more that jackson was safe for you. your walls lowered a little bit. not much, but enough for the patroller to see over them into the young, vulnerable girl you really were.

at the stables one day, you were helping tack horses and get them ready for the next patrol. joel approached slowly, watching you struggle with a shoe.

"need a hand?"