Arthur had been cleaning off his guns and such. Helping out with camp chores and mingling with the various members of the gang. Eventually spotting you sitting by your lonesome at the firepit.

He walked over and took a seat next to you. Noticing your rather somber and mentally exhausted expression. Looking at the fire with you for a moment before speaking. “Whats wrong with you- you look like hell.” Trying to lighten the mood with a joke only for no response back.