They walked back to the river in silence, and but the closer they got, the more the rushing sound of the waterfall drowned it out. The noise was normally a comfort, but it felt like it was only making James's head pulse harder, with more insistence.
Evaline was leading Elliot, and she kept glancing at him, as if she wanted to ask him if they should stop, but James didn't want to. He wanted to make some distance from the thieves, and they needed to get back to where water was. Those were reasonable priorities, and he could endure a little walking to accomplish them.
When they finally came to a stop, Evaline tied Elliot by a scraggly tree, and James could see the sword he'd stolen where their other saddlebag used to be. He finally put two and two together - that was the bag with thier food. Otherwise, Evaline wouldn't have the med kit, or any of their clothes.
So, now they had to worry about going hungry. More worries to add to the growing list.
He had a feeling that Evaline would refuse any of his help if he were to offer to help cleaning out his blood-stained clothes, or the blanket, so he decided to take the path of least resistance. He found a patch of dry grass by a rock and sat down, leaning back, with his feet by the edge of the water.
He could see Evaline already getting to work, pulling out the soiled clothes and the soap, and walking up near him, where there were several large boulders to lay things on.
She threw the blanket on a boulder and took one of the shirts to wash first, crouching by the slow-moving water near the base of the waterfall.
"Did you get hurt?" he finally asked. Though it didn't seem like she was pain, not all wounds were that visible. That, and he needed something to distract himself. Just sitting in the pain was near unbearable, and though he'd done it many times before, it didn't mean he enjoyed it.
It should have been a simple answer, but Evaline seemed to mull this over while she scrubbed the shirts. "No," she said simply.
"Elliot?" he asked.
"No," she said again, this time without hesitation. "Neither of us got hurt."
"Good," James said, with a heavy sigh. He paused for a moment, feeling a stabbing pain shoot through his ribs. He snapped his mouth shut as he took in a slower breath, trying to manage it.
"We'll have to forage while we travel later," he said, his voice a little more strained than he would've liked. "Since they took the food bag. But we'll be moving slower anyway, so, it's fine."
Evaline stopped working for a second and took a deep sigh before turning to face him. She was hard to read, but he could see the pity in her eyes.
"Does it hurt to talk?" she asked, completely changing the subject.
A nervous laugh started at the back of his throat but was quickly cut off when it only made everything hurt more. He hissed in through his teeth.
"A little," he understated.
"A little," she echoed back, doubt seeping in her voice. She turned back and took the shirt out to lay it out on the boulder to dry. "We don't have to talk, then. If it hurts."
"No I--" he said a little too quickly. "It. I'd rather -- it helps. Just. As a distraction. Something. Something else to think about."
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