Cole remained lying on his back. As soon as he noticed others approach him, he flinched a little, but didn't react. His first instinct was to get up and defend himself, but then the person who arrived happened to tumble down on to their chest - so Cole felt, almost immediately, much less at risk. Instead he sighed and leaned his head back down on to the dirt, placing a hand on his wounded chest and exhaling tightly.

The guy who'd just tumbled in to sight looked over to Cole and smiled weakly - which Cole saw in the corner of his eye, but didn't return. He just simply remained in his position and maintained his painful grimace. "[Color=gold]Rough day, huh?[/color]" The newcomer spoke. Cole shot him a fairly unimpressed look. "[Color=ccb134]Had better.[/color]" he responded under his breath, unenthused, before turning his focus away. He wasn't interested in small talk. He was fairly sure this person wasn't his captor, but as far as Cole was concerned, nobody here was to be trusted.

"[color=indianred]Hey, are you guys okay?[/color]" another voice called out - a feminine one. The owner of the voice soon came in to eyeshot, a young woman who looked down at the two on the bank of the stream, an expression of worry on her face. Before Cole had a chance to respond - something he had no intention of doing anyway, the girl knelt down and moved towards Cole. "[color=indianred]We should put some pressure on that.[/color]" The girl said, reaching out for Cole gently. Cole's instant response, of course, was to recoil away for a moment, but he was too fatigued to put up a fight and slowly returned to his original position and nodded softly, uttering a deadpan "[Color=ccb134]Thank you.[/color]" in response.

He closed his eyes and let her apply pressure to his wound, remaining silent. He was grateful for the gesture but, in the back of his mind, he knew as soon as he was able to travel he would be leaving. And he planned to do so alone.