Regan stayed put as people. Normally, she'd get excited and start greeting people, asking about how their hunt had been or... something like that. She frowned slightly at the sky at the thought. If only she'd known what they'd been doing sooner... she might not get on with them all so well. She sighed and turned away from everyone and spoke down the tree to Tyler. "Can you say I'm like... sick or something? I don't want them thinking anyone is wrong," she whispered quietly.

Tyler looked up as Regan spoke. "Oh yes, I totally want to go down ther with those cannibals." He said sarcastically, not meaning to be rude. "Yes yes, I will do something like that. Stay." Tyler half teased, stretching his arm before grabbing a lower branch and swinging out of the tree. He dropped onto the ground with a slight huff, glancing around. "If you're looking for your food, don't. Regan is sick today and she is not making any food, so suck it up buttercups." Tyler raised his deep voice enough that everyone could hear him. Gosh, he had always wanted to say that. -Suck it up buttercup- Tyler thought with a shake of his head. One guy came up to him, frowning. "What do you mean she's sick? Do we not get to eat?" He asked, looking unhappy. Another guy came up, looking steaming mad. "Did you just call me a buttercup?" He hissed. Tyler llet a grin come upon his face as he put a hand on each of their chests and pushed them away. "Weirdo #1, I mean She is sick and you do not get to eat. Exactly. Weirdo #2 buttercup's are poisonous, just like you." Tyler said sweetly, though his voice had a daring hint to it. The first guy was obviously pretty thick, because he just scratched his head and walke doff, looking confused. The second balled his hands into fists and grit his teeth. "I am not a weirdo, mr hairy giant. Buttercups are also bright yellow flowers." The smaller guy growled. Tyler held up a hand. "For one... you are. For two... I'm not tall, you're just short. For three... bright yellow, yes. That color would look great on you." Tyler said calmly, taking a step forward. The smaller guy instinctively took a step back, glaring.

Regan gave a small sigh of relief to him before nodding softly to the boy. Good. She wouldn't have to go down there. She wasn't sure she'd be able to look anyone in the eyes after all that... after knowing all they did for fun. "You could have just shouted from here, Ty," she mused at the last bit, knowing he didn't particularly like the nickname... but she was going to make it stick whether he liked it or not he was Ty as far as anyone was concerned. Or monkey man. Whatever came to your mind first, she supposed. She watched him hop away, but she couldn't hear anything other than his announcement that they'd have to cook for themselves for one more night. She turned over and curled up under the blankets with a soft sigh, her eyes starting to close ever so slightly as she rested, her bones aching as she finally managed to relax her skeleton.

Tyler glanced up as he heard that horrible nickname used. He would much rather be called the monkey man than... Ty. The smaller man took advantage of his distraction and balled up a fist, swinging it at Tyler's face and making contact. Tyler let out a yelp and stepped back. "'Scuse me I was thinkin', gimme a moment!" Tyler barked, putting a hand up to his face. Eh, he kind of deserved it, but why the sucker punch? "Okay shortstack if that's how ya wanna do it that's how ya gonna get it." Tyler narrowed his eyes. His southern accent was sliding in as he got angry... he usually hid it pretty well, but it was showing now. The smaller guy laughed, looking amused. "Okay southern boy, give it your best shot." The guy sneered, crossing his arms. -Southern who what? I'll kill em!- Tyler thought, calming his furious brain. "Well little miss poppy, I don't have time for you at the moment. See ya." Tyler restrained himself from barrel rolling the guy into the ground and walked back towards the tree. The next thing he knew the smaller guy had slammed into him, knocking Tyler forward so he fell into the tree. -That... will leave a bruise- Tyler thought with a small breath. He wasn't going to react... he was just going to keep his cool and climb the tree. As Tyler reached up to grab a hold of the branch he felt something sharp slice his arm, and a droplet of blood fell on his face. "Don't ignore me, boy" The man spat, holding another dagger. Tyler drew his hand back with a wince, seeing a deep gash in his arm. Oooo that guy ... was getting into a fight... he couldn't win. Tyler turned around slowly. "I'm not ignoring you... but that person is." Tyler gestured to someone who wasn't watching the fight. When the guy turned around Tyler slowly walked to where his bag was, putting on his belt of daggers before walking forward and looking down at the guy. "Good night, idiot." Tyler hissed quietly, taking his fist and pretty much smashing it into the smaller guy's head. The man crumpled, knocked out immedietely. The dagger fell out of his hand, which Tyler picked up. He deposited it in the bush and hopped up into the tree, settling into his normal spot with a wince and looking at his arm, which was bleeding heavily. "I may... have made... an enemy..." Tyler said slowly

Regan rested for a short while, her head still running with so, so many thoughts. They did need to leave. Tonight, probably. While everyone was off doing... whatever they do again. They'd go somewhere safe. The cabin, perhaps... where Tyler had been staying before had been burned to the ground, so they couldn't go back no matter how much they wanted to. She just wanted to get out of here... get somewhere comfortable. Somewhere safe. She wanted to be able to sleep without feeling like she needed to jump out of her own skin. She barely noticed the commotion going on in front of her... or, well beneath her. She was in that awkward stage of half asleep and half awake when she heard his voice again, and slowly sat up to peer down at him, only to see him... bleeding? "You... what?" It took her a moment or two to process what he'd said, but all the same just kind of stared at him for a moment before her eyes widened. Wait, he was bleeding. She jumped up and crawled down to the branch he was on, sitting on the branch as she looked over him, grabbing his arms and looking over him with concern. "What did you do?" She asked, her eyes full of worry for the boy.

Oops... Tyler hadn't intended to get slashed with a dagger... hm. Just a tiny detail, right? The real thing was how utterly rude that guy was for wanting to continue the fight. No, getting stabbed in the arm with a sharp dagger was merely a side effect. Tyler glanced up as Regan spoke, wincing. "I said I may have made an enemy. In this case, an unconscious enemy." He said meekly, his voice rather sheepish. Tyler let out a tiny yelp as she grabbed his arm. "Oi, be careful. It may not hurt that much but it is still a wound." Tyler huffed, though he was a little amused at how worried Regan seemed. "Well to answer your last question... I may have taunted a guy, he punched me in the face, I ignored him and prepared to climb the tree, he bodyslammed me into the tree, I still ignored him amazingly and reached up to grab a branch, and he threw a dagger at my arm. Then I turned around and smacked him atop the head." Tyler sounded very sheepish now. "Sooo... I have a cut on my arm, a bruised cheek, and a bruised shoulder. Nothing to worry about." He said cheerily

Regan looked up at him when he yelped and quickly let go. "I'm sorry," she murmured. She hadn't meant to hurt him. She also hadn't meant for him to go down then and start a brawl with him. How stupid... how completely and utterly stupid of him. Had he really just done that? After they'd seen what these people do to one another? He'd let something start. "Tyler... what the fuck?" She asked, her face still painted with concern, however, she was a tiny... little... teeny bit angry with him. They didn't need to put themselves in danger. "Why would you..." she trailed off as her eyes fell back to his arm, which was still just bleeding. She frowned and went to grab an old shirt of hers, it was clean, and he was big enough that when she folded it wrapped around his arm when she split it. She took his wrist and placed his hand on her knee so that he was holding it out, and went to wrap the fabric around it tightly... though it only went twice around.

Super... double oops. Now Regan was angry. Tyler's brow furrowed slightly... no good fail agh. His brain sent warning sirens blaring, which actually just gave Tyler a little headache. "I-" He stopped, knowing nothing he could say would fix... him. His personality. "I'm sorry..." Tyler said quietly, his gaze downcast. He flinched away as she started wrapping his arm, pain shooting through it. Tyler stayed silent and staring at the ground, really starting to realize how that hadn't been the smartest idea. And now Regan was angry at him... the exact thing he tried to avoid.

Regan watched his face screw after a moment, her brows furrowing as she watched his expressions shift. When he flinched from her, she tightened her hold on him and moved his hand back onto her knee so she could wrap it up tight enough. A frown crossed her face before continuing to wrap him up. After a moment, she finished up before she looked up at him and shook her head, reaching out to place a hand on the side of his neck and leaning in to press a friendly peck to his forehead. "I'm just glad you're okay," she whispered to the boy before shaking her head. "It's alright," she then added softly to him.

Tyler tried to stay still, but the pain... hurt. -Wow, pain hurts? What an amazing thing. I guess you wouldn't know that either, idiot- Tyler thought with a small frown. His gaze flicked to Regan for a moment as she placed a hand on his neck. "No... it's not alright. I shouldn't have provoked them, it was a stupid thing to do." He said quietly, his voice filled with regret,.. and a little anger. Not at Regan, at himself