put the pieces back together

The bear had done a number on both of them, but Tate had Bramble to worry about. Blood oozed slowly from his face, a rivulet that runs down his cheek. That's not his concern, though. Bramble crumpled before him, and it takes everything for the boy to not panic. "Hey, hey, 's okay. Yer okay, you did good." The words are soft, and he rushes to meet her. Rushes to grab her, try and pick her up. Though she's big, Bramble was deceptively light. "I'm right here, I'm going to get you home." Tate knows that it's going to be a painful walk to the castle, but it seemed like the best option.

"Hey, stay awake, okay?" The boy poked lightly at her cheek, then moved to shoulder the bulk of her weight. Mostly carrying the girl, while trying to keep her head from banging into anything. It was slow going, but she was more awkward than heavy. Tate was doing his best not to let it show that he was tired, that he was aching. Keeping it together for her, and looking brave. He wouldn't admit that he was worried, he wouldn't admit that he was scared. Of course he's worried about her, but he has to look as confident as possible.

At the border Tate lets go a call, but he doesn't stop. It seemed like the closer they could get to the castle, the faster, the better. The brown and white boy continued forward, hoping someone would come to meet them sooner rather than later.

"Potato"