Having not realized his own secret was in jeopardy, Logan did not know what to make of her accusation. He'd loosened his hold on her the moment he heard the bones pop into place. Her cry of pain was certainly worthy of sympathy, but he wasn't prepared to coddle her while she dealt with the pain. He liked her, but he didn't like her that much.

"Told you what? That handholdin' ain't good for rough terrain?" He looked to his right and found his cigar, flattened and turn halfway in two from being rolled on and lost. He picked it up and examined it before realizing that it was in a sorrier state than the both of them. It would not be recovering from its injuries. He tossed it away. "Shit."