She didn't seem immediately threatening, but Jeremy still wasn't too certain. He knew the rules of the arena - only one winner, one survivor - so it wasn't really in his best interests to start making friends now. Anyone could be playing along, lulling him into a false sense of security. Or the opposite could happen: what if they end up becoming friends but have to kill the other in the end anyway? How hard would that be?

"... maybe," he answers quietly, shuffling an inch or so further away and closer to the tree. It helped that she was speaking quietly and seemed genuine with her concern. He wasn't injured, minor scrapes and bruises from his own clumsiness more than anything, and the scars on his forehead were old and faded by now. He was just scared and weary. "I don't know-- it-- ... 's just in my head. I think. I-I don't know anymore."