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           _{[ Her eyes don’t stray from him as he slips the pack he had and pulls out its contents. The knife catches her eye briefly and she tenses up at the sight of it. It’s not until he pushes the blade aside and settles for a piece of cloth, instead, that she lets the muscles in her shoulder loosen and drop once more. ]}

                                        _{❝ — You would know if I didn’t want you to help me. ❞}

       _{[ Well, she had a point. There would probably be scratching and fighting if she didn’t want his help. Wordlessly, he picks up the injured leg and begins carefully wrap the wound, tying it off just at the end. It would have to be enough for now. He couldn’t properly take of it in the open without a fear of being ambushed. ]}

         _{"Come on. We’ve got to find somewhere better to hide out. They’re going to come swarming soon if this is the only source of fresh water.“} 

        _{[ He stuffs the backpack full of his things and glances around, trying to find anyone else is coming, before he helps her to her feet. ]}