Madrigal grinned at the boy. "Thanks." She gave him a knce over. The gash that hadbopwned on his check was steadily oozing. She winced. "You need to be cleaned up too. Re-stitched, and all..."

He brought a hand halfway up to his cheek, remembering the wound. Then he shrugged. "I'll stitch it back up when we get back. It's not bleeding that much and I think we have something to clean it with there. Somewhere." He started walking and jerked his head in the direction of the cabin. "Come on, it's not far."

(Lol sorry, the last one was typed on my phone, so RIP my spelling)

Madrigal stiffened, and then shifted on her feet, glancing at the open forest area in the direction of the cabin. "Uh, okay..."

She took a step forward out of the safety of the shadows created by the solid walls of the nearest building and tensed. Now, there was no fight to keep her mind occupied, and she immediately felt the eyes. They were everywhere. The hair on her arms and the back of her neck stood on end.

Then, she glanced at the boy. Mentally shoving some steel up her spine, she closed the distance between them, ready to follow him to his home.

(haha I'm always on my phone, so I get that completely. That's also why it's not always super long)

Sage was uneasy with showing someone where he lived, but this girl seemed alright. After all, she had attacked his dad. And she seemed like a nice person, but she hadn't attacked him, and it was only a matter of time before she found out the truth. He was afraid she would hate him for it, like everyone else. He had seen what she did to his father, would she get that mad at him too? He probably would deserve it. He shook those thoughts out of his head and strode towards the cabin, walking quickly and silently, slipping from one batch of shadows to the other. He glanced back at the girl and the corner of his mouth turned upwards in a slight smile. She was obviously used to the village and not the forest - she looked as out of place as most did.

Madrigal watched the boy as he swiftly led the way. She followed, grateful for his path that led from one shadow to another. The less sense of open space, the better. Madrigal focused on her breathing, using the exercises that she'd been taught to calm her mind. The uneasiness she felt through to her core waned but it didn't disappear.

She studied the way the boy moved, as if he was practiced in the art of going unseen just like she did. It looked like he carried the weight of the world in his shoulders. And, he looked lonely. She decided that he wasn't an immediate threat to her safety.

When he got to the cabin, he slipped inside and left the door open for the girl. He tossed his clock on the table, feeling that if she was going to attack him, she would have done it while he was vulnerable, before. No sane person would attack now, they would have taken their chance back in the forest. He sighed and shoved all the cans of drink off the table and chairs so the girl would have somewhere to sit down and then flopped down himself. He wasn't physically tired, but his head hurt and his cheek was bugging him now too. He knew he should stitch it up, but he didn't want to move. He just wanted to fall asleep, and not wake up, so he could have some peace for once in his sorry life out here in the deep woods.

As soon as Madrigal entered the cabin, the eyes disappeared and her whole body relaxed a fraction. She closed the door softly behind her. She kept her face expressionless as she scanned the room, and then the boy, who was sprawled in a chair. Madrigal remained standing.

"I can help you," she said, gesturing at the weeping gash on his face.

He shrugged. "It'll get done eventually but if you feel the need to help then I don't have the energy to try and stop you " He had been working since dawn, and all of the crazy stuff that had happened had caught up to him. Usually he could push it all away and do whatever it was that needed to get done, but this time it was a bit different. He wasn't bleeding out, so what did it matter?

Madrigal raised a brow. "No, I mean, where can I find some soap and a clean cloth, and a needle and thread, so I can help you with your wound. It's dripping." She had the pieces of cloth on her belt, but those weren't clean enough to use to tend to a wound. She looked around the place. It was a bit of a mess, but that was something they could deal with later. She made a mental list of priorities. The open wound, introductions, cleaning her crescent moon blades, getting some rest.

He shrugged. "I dunno if you're gonna find anything very clean in here but I think there's soap by the bucket over there." He jerked a finger towards the bucket that was sitting on a smaller table that generally served as the kitchen. He plucked the needle out from the hem of his shirt and held it out to her. The tip of his ring finger was missing, from when he attempted to steal when he was much younger. "just unravel thread from any cloth you find."