Erika extended a hand towards Mark, and then halted. "Ah'ma take ya' hand," she said before gently laying fingers atop the boy's hand. Shifting her sitting position, she brought her free arm up and flexed her bicep and guided Mark's hand to it. Erika wasn't built like a bodybuilder or anything, or even a fitness nut. She was fit, that was clear, but her muscle was functional as opposed for show. The kind of muscle you got from swinging swords and stabbing with spears, from climbing rocks and cliffs and doing laps in the lake. She was...an athletic build.