If Jeron had his way, they would have never stopped; he wanted to put as much distance between himself and that wretched town as he could. They had moved a fair distance at a fair pace for a good amount of time, all things considering, but fear still had a hold on Jeron's reasoning, though it also kept away the majority of the fatigue he would surely feel otherwise. 

Finally, his savior collapsed, protesting her inability to take another step. Jeron cursed under his breath as he allowed the barely-alive human man to slip from his shoulder. "They will find us," he hissed anxiously as he glanced around, every shifting shadow in this forest a potential threat. The human man, however, looked like he would not be able to withstand another step of travel and the girl looked like she would faint from exhaustion. Jeron, too, was in no better shape, as much as he hated to accept it. Agonizing pain still saturated his body, his limbs heavy from a lack of energy. They had no choice but to rest here; he just hoped they were secluded enough to be out of danger for a little while.

While the girl tended to her friend, Jeron shifted his focus on other things. Muttering to himself, he began to pace around the area, peering at the ground as he pushed back ferns, bush branches, and blades of grass as though looking for something. Methodically, he began to pull weeds. Stuffing these in his limited-sized bag, he then moved to the trees, deftly pulling moss from some of the bark. Mushrooms he chose carefully, examining them by color, touch, and smell before adding them to his growing supply of foliage. All of this he did quickly, efficiently, clearly a skilled herbalist. He didn't have enough magical skill to make useful potions, but he knew enough about herbal remedies to know what plants were considered useful in this area. They needed to rest, they needed to heal, and they needed nourishment.

He paused when he caught the girl hold something out to him out of the corner of his eye. He glanced over his shoulder, eyeing the flask of water with yearning and suspicion before his gaze shifted to her face. Where did she get an item so large? He didn't remember her carrying a flask before.... Furthermore, why was she offering it to him? No one dared to share with a Drow, even a half-drow such as himself.

His body's weakened state made it impossible to refuse the water, however. He snatched the flask from her while firmly reminding himself that it was not bait, she was not going to trick him into danger, and that there was no reason to be so hasty. 

He took only a few mouthfuls, though he felt as though he could easily drain the entire flask, then handed it back to her without looking her in the eye. He just didn't feel right drinking all of her water; he could find his own well enough. 

Instead of offering her his thanks, he resumed his foraging. "Do you have the skill to protect this area with wards or... something?" he asked as he began to gather sticks and twigs for firewood. Normally, he would try to avoid building a fire as it drew unwanted attention, but he doubted his savior's companion would survive the night without the warmth of a campfire... if at all. Jeron wished he could simply climb up a tree and forget they existed for a while, but he had made an agreement. If he was going to learn magic from these two, he had to make sure they all survived. One of many reasons why groups were so bothersome.