She uses her own stick as a spit, cooking the white meat over the flames before rooting around in the nearby woods and returning with a few leafy plants.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James followed her example with the fish, eager to not do anything that would piss her off again, but positive he probably would again without trying. He sat back, watching them cook and turning them over when they started darkening.
He sat in what was, for the first time in a long time, uncomfortable silence. As of late he had been very well aquatinted with silence and made peace with it. But this was different.
He'd lied. Betrayed her. Who said he would be any different now?
Her instincts don't tell her that he's a bad person, though. There isn't that feeling that there's something wrong or that he's about to pull a weapon. Regardless of what he told her he did fight by her side to kill the grangor.
As the fish cooks she changes her bandages again - the fight didn't do much for her wounds. Luckily the only harm done from the skirmish was a few bruises. No more scars this day.
She takes off her jacket and rewraps her injuries.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James knew that he had to prove himself again, and he knew he wouldn't be able to do it by his words. He wasn't sure who or what else they'd run into - especially now that he was all turned around after running in the forest in the dark of night. He had to figure out where they were if she still wanted to go to the nearest town. Speaking of which...
"Do..." he hesitated, not sure if the question would make her mad. "Do you still want to go to the nearest town?"
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"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Ah." James replied with an awkward, almost timid, nod. "Yes."
They did need to get supplies, if they were going to be traveling. Though unto what and what for, he had no idea. It wasn't like he'd been traveling with much purpose to begin with... but still.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
James didn't want to appear too pleased to say that he did, so he maintained a neutral expression and nodded. "Yeah, I have a little on me." Hidden in his shoes.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
"Thanks." She doesn't like letting him pay, but there's not much else she can do. Besides, it's not like she's in his debt - he lied to her, after all. They're even.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
She digs through her packs and pulls out an eyepatch, tying it over her eye. If they're going to a town she should probably wear one despite its many drawbacks. She proceeds to get a whetstone and start sharpening her daggers for a few minutes, honing the edge.
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
