His ears were still ringing despite how still the muddy bank had once more become and how the winds had quieted down. His feet were wedged in the muck, the water having soaked up to his knees when the river thrashed moments before. Something sharp had struck him- a stick or a rock and a cut on his cheek had begun to bleed. All he could do was stare at her though as she fell gracelessly back to share his misfortunate.

He could say nothing about it before she was suddenly before him- eyes wild and desperate and angry. They’d grown enraged so quickly and he struggled to jerk back a step but instead could only yell at her again. “Stop!” He tripped backwards over his own heels and gradually began to glare. “What the hell is your problem?!” His gaze tipped down to the necklace and he swung it violently as his brows knotted together with frustration. “If this is the problem, why don’t I just throw it back in the river?!” He threatened.