[centre][b][h1][color=f7976a]Jamie[/color][/h1][/b][/centre]

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There still wasn't much that Jamie could do. She checked her gear over, ensuring that the travel hadn't damaged anything, glancing up and smiling as Elyra came over and helped her witht he laces for her leathers. Jamie wasn't a shy person, quite obviously. The brief period her skin was shown as the laces were done up didn't bother her in the least. Once Elyra had finished, Jamie walked off slightly, and went through some exercises, a few basic exercises that would keep her loose and limber, working out any sore spots after her battles with Darius. 

With nothing else to do, Jamie sat back against her gear as the doe cooked. She took out from a bag a shealth, which she tied to the backside of her left leg. Taking out the knife Darius had given her, Jamie smiled slightly, before sliding it home in the sheath. [i]Does he think his death threat will phase me, after he has already told me he will kill me after this is over? Or has some part of him already forgotten that? But either way, I don't betray secrets[/i]. If Darius wanted to keep his identity a secret, so be it, Why he would trust her with his name, she had no idea. Why he had shared so much, when he was just going to try and kill her anyway was a mystery to her, especially when he had shown he didn't care much beyond his own person. 

She sighed softly, leaning back against her pack, closing her eyes. While she nejoyed puzzles, she thought that Darius migh tjust be one that would be near impossible to figure out. And perhaps that was a good thing. She breathed in deeply and out, so that it almost seemed like she was asleep, yet she wasn't. She was merely letting herself drift into a meditative state, collecting her thoughts, and assessing inwardly every aspect of her body. Her stomach was tender, which didn't surprise her truly. Darius [i]did[/i] pack a punch. But it wasn't painful, so she figured she was clear of internal bleeding. And thankfully it seemed like he hadn't hurt her ribs, or else every breath would be a pain. Her face hurt, her jaw and cheek bones, but again she figured if either were broken she'd be in a lot more pain. Her lip gave her trouble, as well. Split, it made smiling and even talking hard. Still, all in all, she wasn't bad off. she lifted a hand to her neck, tracing the line across her throat. No doubt it would scar. But she wasn't worried about that. She had scars anyway. 

She wondered when they would be ready to leave, and restless, Jamie rose. If they were going to be standing around here for a while, she might as well get in some practice with her bow. Grabbing it, and her quiver, she moved away from the camp a bit.