"No, you're the one who's lucky it isn't deep." she replied and then explained in much more clear and precise terms. "Cos, Arlo Creede, if you come near me with that there cauterizing iron I'm gonna ram it where the sun don't shine." Vega was really not in a mood to be grateful, it seemed. "An' as for what your yearning for when it comes to stitching folks, that isn't my concern you little weirdo."
Vega was determined not to appear weak, not in front of him or anyone, but equally she took the flask and the berries, which she sniffed dubiously but ate. The contents of the flask prompted a grimace, though. "I was 'oping for whiskey." Except, it was back at the camp. Shame. When he said that, without him, she'd get into double the trouble though, Vega let out a bark of laughter that quickly turned into a grimace of pain. "Don't make me laugh, you evil boy." She smiled though and reached out to squeeze his arm, but said no more.
There was no way that she was going to let him deal with this on his own, Vega was determined. However, standing up let to a wave of dizziness which meant that she sat back down and gave in, albeit rather ungraciously. "I'll help in a bit. Just, gimme a moment." But of course, she didn't and when he came back and said they were going back to camp, Vega didn't argue.
It was painful, but the more that she moved the more she recognised that her ribs were bruised but not broken. She'd gotten off lucky, Vega knew, but it was luck, not judgement and damnit but it hurt. Whilst Arlo went to deal with it, she sat and rested, nodding off whilst leaning against a tree. By the time he came back, she was starting to worry but when he told her what he'd done, Vega had to admit to being relieved. Telling the guard was the best thing and, so long as Arlo hadn't gotten himself into any trouble, she was pleased. However, she also made a mental note that, at the first opportunity, she was going to get that cauterizing iron out of Arlo's first aid kit before he burned down a forest or did himself a serious mischief.
Vega was determined not to appear weak, not in front of him or anyone, but equally she took the flask and the berries, which she sniffed dubiously but ate. The contents of the flask prompted a grimace, though. "I was 'oping for whiskey." Except, it was back at the camp. Shame. When he said that, without him, she'd get into double the trouble though, Vega let out a bark of laughter that quickly turned into a grimace of pain. "Don't make me laugh, you evil boy." She smiled though and reached out to squeeze his arm, but said no more.
There was no way that she was going to let him deal with this on his own, Vega was determined. However, standing up let to a wave of dizziness which meant that she sat back down and gave in, albeit rather ungraciously. "I'll help in a bit. Just, gimme a moment." But of course, she didn't and when he came back and said they were going back to camp, Vega didn't argue.
It was painful, but the more that she moved the more she recognised that her ribs were bruised but not broken. She'd gotten off lucky, Vega knew, but it was luck, not judgement and damnit but it hurt. Whilst Arlo went to deal with it, she sat and rested, nodding off whilst leaning against a tree. By the time he came back, she was starting to worry but when he told her what he'd done, Vega had to admit to being relieved. Telling the guard was the best thing and, so long as Arlo hadn't gotten himself into any trouble, she was pleased. However, she also made a mental note that, at the first opportunity, she was going to get that cauterizing iron out of Arlo's first aid kit before he burned down a forest or did himself a serious mischief.
