James continued watching the fish, waiting until they were cooked through. When they looked about done, he took their self-made spears off the fire and looked over to Tasha. He held hers out to her.
She takes it with a nod of appreciation and wolfs it down. Her wounds are obviously hurting her after the stress they were under through the fight - wrestling that huge man was definitely not the brightest idea. She doesn't make a sound, however, just eats.
"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 ate his with similarly matched eagerness, eating so fast he hardly even had time to chew. He eats with enough self awareness to not make a huge mess, but it definitely wasn't pretty. He eats as much of the fish as possible, sparing only the bones.
Bane eats her own catch off to the side - it seems that after enough splashing sh finally caught one. Nightmare is grazing before getting some sleep. Tasha finishes her own dinner and tosses the bones in the creek, leaning back on a rock with a small wince.
"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, once done with the fish, flicked the bones behind him and took out his sword. Though it was a good blade, he hadn't been caring for it like he should... so he began to clean it slowly, meticulously caring after it.
"How long have you had it?" she asks, looking over his blade.
"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 looked up at her with a raised brow, "Hm?" The sword. "Oh."
For a moment, there's a delay in his mind, as he remembers her words from earlier. If I lie, she's ditching me. He looked back down at his sword, sharpening it's edge.
"I think... maybe about five years." Though he had a small sense of the passing of time, things still seemed a bit fuzzy.
"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."
"Did you get her when you enlisted, then?" she inquires.
"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."
"During that time, yes." He replied, internally still filtering out information and trying to figure out what to say and not to say. He was determined to be truthful but he was never an open book, and didn't want to say anything to steer the conversation to things undesired.
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He was hiding something but she decides not to press him. Instead, she closes her eyes and leans her head back against the rock.
"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 finished with his sword, finally sliding it back into its sheath and leaned back on a tree. They were both exhausted, that was for sure, and though he desperately wanted to sleep, he didn't know if he should. Rita could still be looking for him if she was determined to find him...
He decided to close his eyes. Just for a little while. He was... not... going... to fall...
She wakes him up a few hours later. "James!" she shakes him.
"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."
“I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you.” — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
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