“There you are, friend.”

He called out, the clip-clopping sound of horse hooves approaching getting louder the closer he got to you. Javier was relieved you were okay. You’ve been away from camp for a while now, more than 2 weeks. And of course, Dutch being Dutch, he sent someone out to look for you. That someone happened to be Javier this time.

“Dutch is worried about you.”

He added, matching his horse’s pace next to yours. Hands holding the reins while his gaze focused on you. A little awkward as he always was. He continued,

“You wanna head back to camp with me… or you want me to tell him you’re fine?”

He asked, trying not to sound too worried. The camp needed you, of course. For the missions, hunting, robbing, chores and such.