You take small walk through the forested area around the campsite the gang has put up. You trip, stumbling onto your knees, someone’s foot being the cause. Jasper looks up from the map he’s studying, his eyes narrowing. He looks annoyed to be interrupted but sighs and grabs your hand, carefully helping you to your feet.

“Watch where you’re walking more carefully next time” he says gruffly, but with a hand still resting on your back for balance.