After The Storm

She was obviously bothered by something, but Revenge was too inexperienced to pick up on the exact mood that he'd found her in. He might have reacted differently if he had realized, and now as she looked at him and tried to convince him of a dip in the river he'd notice the break in the skin by her lips. What a mess she was, and she wouldn't even let him touch her! He'd sigh and shake his head, she was just being difficult. However when she rushed to move out of his reach he became a bit disgruntled. Gaze would narrow as he eyed her, she looked so guilty again trying to convince him of a trip to the water. "What has gotten into you?" He'd ask, but it was obviously mostly to himself. He didn't really expect a real answer but, "If you don't want me to touch you fine, just don't make up stupid excuses." His voice wasn't harsh or accusing, just matter of factly. He didn't even feel hurt by her refusal, he'd sigh again. "Come on, I'm at least going to make sure you get clean for real." He'd move to leave the den and go to the stream that ran through the knolls.