When Cas had lifted the hem of his shirt she couldn’t look, she had seen the discolouration. The dark shades of purple, blues and greens and it made her stomach churn. There was no doubt he had been beaten; she hadn’t known the lengths her father had taken to harm him, but she dreaded to think what would have happened had she not stopped him. [color=f49ac2][i]He would have killed him, he would have been dead had I not stepped in, I thought he was going to kill me. That look in his eye[/i][/color]. Shaking her head from her thoughts her hands were on the backpack, holding it to stop the tremble. 

[color=f49ac2]“Good.”[/color] Whispering more to herself when had confirmed he could wait for food, in all honesty had he said no she didn’t know what she would have done. There was no way she could get food, not looking as they did as questions would be asked and then it would be reported to her father as he had a hand in everything now. They couldn’t get caught by him; it would guarantee his death as well as hers. Feeling a wave of cold wash over her, she rummaged inside the backpack for anything they could use right now, perhaps she could take him to the river to clean himself up a bit? They both still looked a state, but she had managed to wipe the dirt from her face this morning. 

[color=f49ac2]“Huh?... O-Oh… Well I…”[/color] Hesitating a little as she caught his question on where she had slept for the night. A part of her felt embarrassed, but then they couldn’t exactly share, and she wasn’t about to force him on the floor. [color=f49ac2]“I didn’t really sleep. It’s fine.”[/color] Waving it off like it was nothing as she kept her gaze firmly on the backpack not wanting to look at him. [color=f49ac2]“I just kept myself over here, it’s fine. I’ve slept on worse anyway and you’re injured…”[/color] Rambling slightly but her own words caught her attention; she had slept on worse.

Her eyes glazed over signalling she wasn’t all there; another memory had returned of her and her father. A younger version of herself was holding her fathers hand looking at their home, it was in flames and she could see them clearly, she could feel the heat of this memory. She was watching her home burn down with her father, the flames licking at the wood. Thick smoke emitting from the building as she was led away as a child. They had nowhere to go that evening, not that late in night and not whilst their home burned to the ground. They had made it into town, both silent on their walk and she remembered clear as day sitting in an abandoned doorway of a business that was no longer there. Of course, she had fallen asleep there, she was young tired and didn’t understand whilst her father kept watch. 

Touching her head with her hand she sighed before doing up the backpack and placing it on her back, [color=f49ac2]“Sorry. Let’s get out of here. We need to keep moving so they can’t track us and find some food.”[/color] She could feel the pain of her empty stomach, she needed to eat but moving was their top priority and maybe they could make good headway back to the Capital today. [color=f49ac2]“There is a river not far from here if you’d like to clean up a bit?”[/color]