She had given into Sparks’ even if the
stubbornness was just waiting to be
released. It was a inconvenience, she
didn’t need people helping her. Besides,
no one needed to help Tara; not after what
she has done to this place.
“— I’m not biting anything.” She mumbled,
pulling back her ankle suddenly. That was
enough wincing for the time being. Instead
she put her hand out to indicate Sparks to
take it, “Help me up, let me see if I can at
least walk — come on.”
The blonde looks a bit aggravated
as Tara’s slim leg pulled out of her grasp.
Despite her disapproval she stood up.

Her hands soon picking her up.
No sound of struggle as he did so.
Tara was light.
She let her stand on her own
but she carefully watched her.
“How are you doing?”