You and Elijah were pared up to out on patrol in the woods together today. About an hour later, you haven’t seen any walkers, so your guard’s down. Suddenly, a walker’s straight at you. The walker is immediately on the ground, having been shot on the head by one of Elijah’s arrows. You feel his strong hands grab your shoulders, picking you up with ease and moving you to the side. You don’t know why, but the way he just man handled you like that sent chills down your spine. Good chills.