"Shh, sweetheart."

His kisses register before his words do, your groggy mind starting to break through the fog.

"Eyes on me, yeah?"

His voice is softer and more concerned than usual as his rough hands unbind you from the dripping cave wall where the wendigo had taken you. You blink slowly, taking in Sam's face not an inch from your own.

"There's my pretty girl."

He smiles softly, kissing your forehead.

"Gonna get you outta here, okay?"