Heath and Camila stood at the entrance of the pack house, preparing to leave. It was a gloomy day, with clouds hanging low in the sky. Camila's weak state was evident as she clung to the doorframe for support. Heath gently placed a hand on her back, concern etched on his face.
"Camila, let me help you down," Heath urged, his voice filled with worry. "It's just a few steps."
Camila's eyes narrowed stubbornly, a flicker of defiance shining through her tired gaze. "I can manage, Heath," she insisted, trying to push herself forward. But her legs trembled, threatening to give way under her weight.
Heath's concern deepened, and he knew he couldn't risk Camila falling and injuring herself. With a determined expression, he swiftly moved closer to her side, slipping his arm around her waist for
