Jamie woke to find Elyra gone. She gave a heavy sigh, and knowing she should eat, if only to help the healing, she found the rabbit from the night before, breaking off few pieces, she grimaced at the pain as she put a morosal in her mouth, starting to chew. She very nearly just gave up, the bruising and tenderness making it hard to eat, but she didn't. She forced down a few bits of the spicey, seasoned rabbit, before rising and going over to the water, using the light of the dawn to examine her reflextion in the water. 

Her face was a motley of blues, blacks and purples, her cheeks slightly puffy, as if there was swelling, her lips split, and blood still covered her face. Gently, she cleaned her face, careful of her hands. She rocked back on her heels, glancing about, yet Elyra hadn't returned from where ever it was she had gone. She figured that the healer would want to check her hands over, maybe put some more salve on, but she wasn't there. 

Rising, Jamie went back over to her gear, picking up her bow and quiver, she walked away from the camp, just out of sight. She knocked an arrow, pulling back on the string, she grimaced at the pain in her hands, but satisfied, she let it fly. As it hit the imaginary target she had drawn, she nodded with satisfaction. If she could still pull a string, she was content. She retrieved the arrow, examining it for any cracks, before putting it back in the quiver. She returned to camp, not wanting to get yelled at by Elyra for being reckless, setting her gear down, she picked up the knife. 

She stared at it for a few moments, trying to ponder the meaning of it. Why would he give her a knife, after all the fuss? Her fingers trailed over the engraving, [i]D.M.[/i] it seemed pointless to try and figure it out. She'd let the whole thing get out of hand, and right then she was wishing she had injuried him more than she had. A simply knife to the arm wasn't enough, for the damage to her hands. But she hadn't wanted to hurt him. And that had been her weakness. With a heavy sigh, she slid the knife around her belt, retrieving a new shirt from from her gear, she hesitated, her fingers brushing over her leathers. They could very well run into a dangerous enemy, and she'd be foolish to not have her armor on. 

She slid the leathers on, grimacing as she tried to do up the laces, but her hands wouldn't allow it. With a sigh, she slid on her shirt, intending to ask Elyra to do them up for her when the girl returned. She packed up her gear, standing up straight and glancing about, seeing the figures approaching camp. One seemed to be moving faster than the other, the other misshapen. She narrowed her eyes, recognising Elyra, and after a moment, James, carrying a deer. She started to go forwards, as if she could offer some help, but grimaced, looking down at her hands. Firing a bow was one thing, helpign to carrying a large animal was another. 
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