Regan listened to him silently, her heart still pounding horribly as she thought over everything... it was awful, it really was. She didn't think she'd ever feel better about any of this, no matter what he said. He could tell her it was all just a silly dream, and she wouldn't feel any better about it. She let her gaze slowly shift from the man, then back to Tyler before linking her arm through his tightly and resting her head in the crook of his neck. She was so, incredibly grateful for him being here... for still being her, sat next to her when she'd gotten herself so frightened... and when he was frightened, too. She knew he wouldn't let anything bad happen to her. She trusted him to that extent. "I... know," she whispered. He cared about her. And she cared about him just as much. She wouldn't let any harm come to him, either... she'd try not to.

Tyler finally decided they needed to get their minds off of this. Had they eaten that day? He didn't think so. Tyler reached over to the black tarp/bag he had the deer sticks in, pulling a couple out. Regan may not *want* to eat now, but she would have to eat something. "Eat this, then we can relax in the tree." Tyler said quietly. The tree was a safe place for him... so he hoped it would help Regan a little. Time had passed quickly, and it was already nearing afternoon. He knew the deer sticks wouldn't be much to eat, but they would take the edge off their hunger until they could leave this wretched place.

Regan furrowed her brows a little bit at him, lifting her head from his shoulder when he told her to eat. The idea of trying to stomach anything made her stomach churn, but she supposed that she could at least try... just try. She took it from him and nibbled away quietly, carefully pulling her arm away from him. She just wanted to go to sleep... relax a little bit. Her head hurt, and she was still antsy, and she supposed Tyler would feel the same, too... he'd seen everything she had, after all. She couldn't expect him to just not care about anything.

Tyler ate his deer stick quickly, not enjoying it, but knowing he needed food in his stomach. "If you want to rest, let's go to the tree. I feel safer there." Tyler muttered, glancing around. He may not be the emotion fountain that most people were, but what he saw really had disturbed him... and he didn't feel safe on the ground. Especially in the campsite. He shifted slightly, looking at Regan to see if she would agree

Regan nodded slowly to him, gently taking his hand and trying to help him up. She didn't want to be anywhere that anyone could get to her, or him. She looked over at him and nodded slowly to the man. "Yes... yes, let's go," she whispered to him. She would have to make dinner, probably... but tonight, they could do it themselves. She didn't want to feed the cruel, vile people that they were. A part of her was a bit upset... she had so enjoyed being around people... but she couldn't do that anymore. Not being around these people.

Tyler stood and walked over to the tree, pulling himself up before taking Regan's hand and helping her into the tree. He remembered to grab the bag of deer sticks, then curled up in his normal spot with a slight sigh. "Regan... I'm really sorry this had to turn out this way. I know you like other people, and I will find someone that can actually speak with you... because I know I'm bad at it." Tyler said quietly, watching Regan carefully.

Regan let him help her up, and soon curled up in the corner of the tree. She just sat there, fiddling with her thumbs, but her heart soon ached at Tylers comment. It wasn't his fault. He didn't need to be sorry at all, or think it had anything to do with him. "No, no Tyler, it's fine," she whispered to him, reaching across the tree to offer him her hand... just to hold if he felt like it. "You're perfect... and all I need right now," she then added to him.

Tyler turned his gaze up to Regan, accepting her hand... mostly because he knew it would probably comfort her. "Perfect may not be the right word, but I accept the compliment." Tyler said wryly, though his voice was tinged with sadness. "I really know I am not the best guy to talk to, there's no use trying to put it nicely. We will find someone that loves to talk as much as you do... I promise." He said slowly, knowing there was most likely a person out there that would like to talk... and if there was, he would find them.

The girl let her hand dangle down as he took it, giving it a small squeeze. She was on a branch slightly higher than him, though was sort of next to him so she could hold him without a strain. Even the small touch was of comfort to her... to let her know that he was still there, still with her. She shook her head at him after a moment or so. "No, I mean it. You're perfect. You've done everything you can to comfort me... to keep us both safe and comfortable, both alive," she told him quietly before looking up at the sky quietly. "And I like talking to you," she then told the boy, her words slow as she spoke.

Tyler tipped his head and watched Regan. She was obviously scared and unhappy... he knew he wasn't perfect in any sort of way. "Because you're my friend, so that's my job." He said quietly, gazing out at the rustling leaves. Tyler arched his eyebrow with a slight laugh at Regan's last comment. "Well... that's a surprise." He murmured, looking slightly amused