(tied together) Stiles wasn't panicking, not now. He didn't know what was going on just yet. He looked over his shoulder to the girl, trying to give her a reassuring smile. "Hey, it's gonna be fine. My dad's sheriff, some friends are werewolves, and I'm not exactly stupid. We'll figure this out, right?"
Sighing and lowering her head sadly, Farrah glanced back and forced a weak smile, trying to remain optimistic, but she couldn’t. There was just something about the situation that she didn’t like, as why were they both kidnapped in the first place? “I hope they come for us soon, I really don’t like the idea of a motive behind this…..”
"Yeah, we can. One step at a time, right?" The first step was this knot. It was taking a lot of work, but after a few minutes he had the knot undone.
The question was, was the knot for the rope around his wrists, or hers?
Feeling a slight pressure lifting from her wrists, the young woman shifted forward and tried to prise them apart which were restricted by the rope, but didn't feel them loosen at all. A frustrated sigh left her lips as she realized that she was still bound, glancing over her shoulder towards Stiles. "How are you holding up?"











