His transition from the window to the tree had been relatively smooth. He had lots of practice and was well trained to do things like that. But he knew not everyone spent a childhood of sneaking out of orphanages to visit the city or did intense military training like he did.

He heard curses come from the other side of the window but he couldn't see what exactly happened. He held back his urge to ask if she was okay, knowing she needed to concentrate on getting out first. Then his hand was grabbed and he held on tightly with a firm grip.

"I got you, it's okay," He willed her and watched as she stepped on and balanced. He stood up, balancing almost perfectly this time. He was used to sneaking out and using small platforms and railings to get down. He had been on the fourth floor after all. He gently pulled Samara against his body, his other hand going around her waist to prevent her from losing her balance.

"Are you okay?" He breathed, noticing the blood that had fallen onto the tree. His voice betrayed his concern as he waited for her answer.

He was worried about Samara, as much as he didn't want to, he found himself doing it anyway. There was something about the woman that made him care about her, even with his brain sending warning signals. He can't get close to her. She was the enemy.

"Damn glass got me good, but I.. I should be okay."

He heard her and gave a nod. Fabian had tried to clear up all the glass that he could but that still didn't stop the sharp edges on the side.

"Let me see," He insisted, his one hand in her hand letting go to brush her hair out of her face instead. His other hand tightened around her just in case she didn't have balance. He wasn't about to let her fall off the tree. His voice was gentle and caring, wanting to help the best he could. He could feel her body shaking against his own.

She shown him her arm and he studied it. It didn't look like there was anything in the cut, glass that is but it would be better to assess on the ground. The hand that had brushed hair away reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. It would help apply pressure and stop the bleeding until he could assess the wound better on the ground.

He wrapped the hankerchief around her wound with one hand, tying it in a knot equally well with just one hand. He had a skill for that, he learned to do it back in boot camp. He had been well prepared for the military before he even thought about joining.

"It's okay...Samara," He soothed her, his gaze looking up and meeting hers,"We all make mistakes."

He wasn't sure what had Samara so shaken up. He just continued to let her know that it was okay. The cut wasn't deep by the looks of it. He just wanted to make sure there wasn't any glass in it. He just continued to comfort her, keeping his arm wrapped around her and letting her calm down. She was clinging onto him but that was okay. Sometimes people just needed to do that for reassurance that they were fine.

He waited until Samara spoke again, noticing she had calmed down and seemed to be ready to continue When her gaze met his, he gave her a light smile.

"Just follow me, I'm used to obstacle courses. Believe it or not, I was a teenage rebel back in the day," He said and waited for her to let go. She was leaning on him so it was best for her to get up and regain her balance first. And not to mention that he was already used to the feeling of the tree and felt secure on it. He adjusted fast to it due to his past experiences.

"Hey!" Fabian huffed at her statement about not seeing him as a rebel. He had been rebel, always sneaking out, going to parties, vandalizing property...he just never got caught. Then later his rebel side got trained out of him by boot camp and the military. It had been draining so he had put all his focus into becoming a soldier.

He waited for Samara to stand up and get situated. His hands helped steady her as she stood up straight. He didn't let go until he was absolutely certain that she had her balance. He gave a nod toward her and began leading down the tree.

Luckily, the wind had stopped blowing heavily. It was still snowing but light flurries that were pretty to look at. It was still freezing cold though and he couldn't wait to get back to base. So he moved rather quickly across the trunk of the tree and toward the ground. He would pause every once in a while to make sure Samara was behind him.

When they got closer to the end, the trunk got thinner and unstable. He frowned as he moved, trying to step lightly. His movements also drastically slowed, trying not to step on a too thin part of the trunk.

"Care-"His warning came out too late and ended in a loud shriek. He stepped on the wrong part of the trunk and it broke. He fell but quickly grabbed onto the tree, hanging on for dear life. He was lucky he hadn't put on his gloves yet. He hung there for a moment, breathing in and out to stop his racing heart.

"Hang tight."

Fabian heard Samara's voice and shook his head. He didn't want her trying to get to him and ending up falling,"No stay where you are." He warned, looking up into the tree. He would be fine, he would figure out a way out on his own. He didn't want Samara falling after him.

But of course she seemed to not hear him. Snow flew off the tree and onto his hands, causing him to struggle to stay on. He bit his lip, staring up at her as she scooted closer.

"I'll pull you up."

He saw her hand reach out and hesitated. He wasn't sure if Samara could support his weight and pull him up while staying on the tree. But then his hands were also freezing and he could barely hang on. His left hand slipped because of the snow making it slippery. With his heart pounding, he took Samara's hand just as his other hand slipped.