Regan stayed asleep for a long while, more so than you might expect... she was tired, but that was fine. She soon enough woke up, but Tyler wasn't there... nor was Raptor. She was starving... and thirsty. But she'd have to wait a little bit. She needed to get changed, so wandered off to her little dip in the ground. She slipped her shirt off, revealing every single one of her ribs... it wasn't exactly a pretty sight. But clean clothes were nice, and even though it was all very plain, she was comfortable, at least.

Tyler washed his face in the stream, water dripping off his scraggly beard. He heaved a sigh, not realizing Regan was up, so he turned and tried to see the gashes on his back where the whip had dug into him and scarred him for life.

The young woman sat still for a moment before feeling little Millie nuzzle her side. She sighed and forced herself to stand up properly for the first time in... a while. She winced and held onto the tree before looking at the puppy. "Go find your friend, then," she sighed after a few moments, and the little thing bounded off towards the little river. She followed on quietly, but when she got to the river, all she could see was Tyler's mangled back, lines of which had all been scars. She frowned and wandered up behind him before running a hand along his back. "What happened here?" She asked quietly.

Tyler whirled around, a look of terror on his face only shown for a second before he raigained his composure. He quickly slid back into his shirt, trembling slightly. "Nothing. Just some old scars." He mumbled, turning back to the stream and splashing his face. His heart was beating super fast... he was terrified for a second it was his father, coming to whip him again

Regan jumped at the man's quick movement, holding her hands up to look after herself before realising he wouldn't actually strike her. It was a stupid thought - if he was going to hit her he would have done it already. She sighed before looking up at him. "They don't look like normal scars," she murmured quietly to the boy. "Are you okay?" he seemed a little bit... antsy. Her fast movement made her pull her side, and she let out a groan of complaint as the pain struck her.

Tyler flinched slightly as she jumped, not wanting to make her in any more pain. He stood, facing her. "The truth: they are scars I got when's my dad whipped me. Happy?" He growled slightly, stalking past her to grab his hat off of the ground. He called his dog and disappeared into the brush, going hunting. Tyler knew it wasn't right to be mad at her... but he wished she hadn't have seen his mangled back. She must think he really was just a weak little boy now. He snorted, looking around for signs of an animal. When he saw some deer scat, he started off, having Raptor trail the scent. When he saw the deer he took out his anger on its throwing four Death Stars at once. The first one hit its leg, breaking it. The second hit its spinal cord, paralyzingly the deer. The third hit the head, and the fourth hit the throat. He went and picked up the very extremely dead animal, starting to haul it back to the campsite

Regan bit the inside of her lip as the boy started to get angry with her... he was obviously upset about this whole thing... and he had the right to be. This was his father... he'd seemed perfectly nice before. She frowned and started to speak before he rushed off, anger seeming to radiate off him. She sighed and went towards the camp again, though when she placed a hand on her side, blood was dripping through her clothes again. She cursed herself before wandering towards the camp quickly, trying to find whatever the boy had used on her wound the days prior... but she couldn't get what he'd said out of her head. Really? His own father had done that to him? And he was even considering letting the man stay in his camp? She wanted to talk to him about it... she knew he didn't exactly like her... but she wanted to let him know that he could talk to her while she was here if he felt like it... she suddenly felt awful for teasing him... she'd have to apologise for that, too.

Tyler suddenly appeared in the clearing, the small deer slung over his shoulder. He was perfectly quiet, but obviously saw blood through Regans shirt. He grit his jaw, angry at himself for getting upset. "I'm sorry." He said shortly. "I shouldn't have gotten angry... it was my mistake. Do you want me to clean that for you?" He asked, fidgeting slightly. He dropped the small deer near the firepit, rolling his shoulders with a wince. Tyler went and grabbed some medicine out of a secret nook along with bandages and whatnot. He started unwrapping the wound, putting ointment on it then wrapping it back up. On the inside he felt terrible for getting angry and startling her, causing her to get hurt again.

The girl sighed softly when she saw him come back... she was ready for him to start shouting at him for snooping, but he didn't... he just apologised. She was still scared he'd turn around and hit her or something, but it never happened. She looked up at him much like a scared animal but relaxed after a few moments. "I think I've got it," she whispered, trying to clean herself up a bit, but he'd already come over to clear her wound up... she wasn't sure if it'd ever properly heal, but she couldn't keep on going with it reopening all the time. "Thank you," she whispered, still a little bit scared of getting shouted at. She then furrowed her brows at him. "And I'm sorry - I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that," she whispered after a couple of moments.

After hearing her normally loud and obnoxious voice turn quiet, and her usually bold stance look... timid, Tyler felt worse than ever. He sat against the tree, sliding down till he sat on the ground. He out his head in his hands. "I'm- im really, really sorry Regan." He muttered. "I try not to get angry but with my dad and all that... it's hard." He took a deep, shuddering breath, not even noticing when his hat fell to the ground. He looked plainly miserable.