As Tasha lay on the ground, trying to reach for her clothing, she felt a soft warm hand touching lightly along her ankle, checking the bone. The sudden touch may have been enough to startle the young Kelvic, but as she spun her head around, she would see Red crouched before her, looking down at her feet, giving an inquisitive feel to her ankle alone. “It’s not broken,” Red said slightly as she tilted her head, the soft light of the campfire casting a soft silhouette around her frame as only her cheeks, lips and eyes seemed to be illuminated. Red slowly looked up to her, spotting what she was reaching for. She stood up, taking the couple of paces around her and picking up the clothing and handing it to her directly. She then crouched down in front of Tasha as she began to dress herself once again. “There’s still a light sprain though. I’ll wrap it when we get you closer to the campfire and I have more light to work by.”
She then waited for Tasha to finish dressing herself and looked over her shoulder. “Jaeden?” Red then called out. “Someone needs carrying.”
Red then looked back to Tasha, still crouched before her with her arms hugging her knees slightly. It wouldn’t be long before the subtle heavy steps of Jaeden’s feet hitting the ground could be heard approaching. “Don’t worry,” Red said with a smile, “he’s clumsy too. Always running into trees and tripping over rocks because he’s staring at the clouds, or tracks, or my butt.”
“I’ll have you know that I was deciphering life’s greatest hidden meanings while I was staring at your’s and other women’s butts.” Jaeden said, his head poking around the tree as he gazed down at both Tasha and Red.
“And what great hidden meaning did you find staring at my butt?” Red then asked looking over her should and up at Jaeden with a smirk on her face.
“That one should watch where they’re walking, otherwise they’ll run into a tree, or trip over a rock.” Jaeden answered before looking at Tasha for a moment. “So what happened?”
“Looks like she just stepped on it wrong. Minor sprain at worse,” Red answered first, looking back to Tasha as she stood up, “it’ll be a little tender for a short time, but as long as you don’t put any excessive stress on it, it should heal quickly.”
“Ah,” Jaeden simple said as he looked at Tasha’s ankle for a moment before his gaze began to travel up her leg.
His attention was broken, however, when Red suddenly gave a heavy slap to his shoulder. “Don’t just stand there and gawk you tree trunk,” Red suddenly said with an amused tone in her voice, “make with the lifting. Show those arms of yours are for more than just looking good.”
“Right, right.” Jaeden said, shaking a fantasy from his head as he suddenly stepped up beside Tasha. He dropped to one knee, grasping Tasha’s hand lightly before guiding it to rest along his shoulders and back of his neck. His hands then slipped underneath Tasha’s body, on supporting the mid of her back, the other hooking under her legs, right behind her knees. With a subtle motion then, Jaeden rose to a stand again, his biceps tightening a little as he lifted Tasha’s light frame off the ground with what seemed like relative ease.
Jaeden then began carrying Tasha back to the camp, as a fire roared with the snaps and crackles of burning wood, a boiling pot with an alluring scent of rabbit meat and a few vegetables within lingering out and tickling the nose. Red stepped ahead of them and began rooting around within Jaeden’s pack before a small box was pulled out from it. As Jaeden finally covered the distance, laying Tasha down next to the warmth of the fire, Red stepped up, kneeling before her as she opened the small box, pulling out a narrow, rolled up strip of cloth.
