Regan rested for a little while but didn't quite fall asleep... she felt like she needed to stay awake for a while to look after Tyler - of course, she didn't have to be looking after him, but she felt obligated to. She was a bit zoned out when he walked out but eventually looked over to him as he set up the traps. She groaned and forced herself up before walking over. "You need to sit down, Tyler," she told him with a soft sigh. "You snapped at me telling me you knew you needed to rest, so rest," she grumbled to him.

Tyler looked her way, looking sad. "I'm sorry I snapped a tree you. Don't you see? This is what happens when I can't control myself and I get angry. I feel bad, and you are annoyed/mad. So please stop taunting me when you feel like it, and I will try's ,y hardest not to loose a screw again." Tyler said quietly. He really did feel bad he got mad... but she kind of had it coming. Even thought she was trying to be helpful then. He took a shuddering breath and looked around the campsite before sitting down against the tree again with a grimace.

The girl scoffed at him after a moment and rolled her eyes. "What, I was being nice," she huffed to him. "I told you to sit down and look after yourself, and you were horrible. I only poke fun when it's warranted," she growled before taking a breath so that she didn't end up shouting at him. They weren't going to get along, were they? Not at all. There was no use trying... so why on earth was she still trying to be civil? She didn't have a clue. She watched him slump against a tree before sighing. "Look, if we can get to mine, then we should. You can lay down on an actual bed," she told him with a small huff.

At that moment Tyler decided this wasn't working. He hated to do this, but he believed if they both wanted to get better one of them had to back down. "Okay. We should go to your cabin. Good idea." He murmured, standing with a wince and gathering up his few things. He then got out a pack, putting the few nets he had from the traps into it and putting it on Raptor's back, who wagged his tail happily. Tyler grabbed the rest of the supplies, gritting his teeth at the pain of the weight, and started off towards her cabin.. step by step.

Regan gave a sigh of relief to the boy when he finally agreed to go to her cabin. They weren't in any way fit enough to stay out in the open and live... so four walls and a door would be safer, she was sure of it. When she saw him tense his jaw as he picked his things up, she took a bag off him to lighten the load... yes, she was still hurting, but it was nowhere near as bad as it could have been. She should help, at least. She was there to help him if he needed it. But they were going slow... very, very slow.

Tyler sighed. He knew he could argue, say he's okay, and take the bag back but they would never get anywhere. One of them had to be the 'top dog' and it didn't look like Regan had the capability of backing down, so it was up to him. He quickened his pace, his ribs shooting pain through him but he didn't care. The quicker they got there and he could set up the traps, the better.

Regan helped him slowly edge towards her little cabin... it was safer there, she was sure of it, and it meant it would take longer for his dad to find him again. They eventually got there, though, and she was more than happy to be where she called home. There was a bed and a small mat on the floor... and she had supplies to last them weeks. "Make yourself at home," she huffed after a while before gesturing towards the bed... he could have it. She'd dragged him away from where he felt safe... the least she could do was give him the bed.

Tyler set the stuff down, huffing. It was a long walk and his ribs didn't feel too good. He immediately grabbed the nets off of Raptor and went outside, setting up a perimeter. He had gotten two of the traps done, and spanned them so if anything went between them it would capture the thing. Then he set up two more traps the same way, and he had his perimeter. After that, pretty much clutching his ribs, he staggered back inside and collapsed into a chair, panting.

Regan rolled her eyes when he staggered outside... she couldn't argue with him anymore. They were as stubborn as each other... which was probably why she was struggling to get along with him. But he was old enough to look after himself... and if he wanted to go outside and hurt himself more, she wouldn't try and stop him. She just looked around her little cabin... someone had been here... she didn't know when, but in the week or so that she'd been away, someone had shown up. It was a bit worrying... but if there weren't there now then they didn't need to panic.

Tyler took a shallow breath. He wished he could take deep ones, as that would help his breathing... but he couldn't when he had a fractured rib. He glanced at Regan who looked.. worried? Upset? He was horrible at reading faces. Tyler leaned his head back against the chair and commented, "You were right about coming here. This chair is much more comfy than a tree." He smiled, wanting to laugh but knowing he would be in a wheezing fit afterward if he did. Once the pain subsided he still stayed there... knowing it would make the girl even more mad if he got up yet again.