Being bound to a tree for days on end was worse than any kind of torture Kieran could think of, especially when he was hardly given any food or water. Getting constantly mocked by the gang didn't help much either, but there wasn't much he could to but sit there and take it. Although, there were a few highlights. Mary Beth tended to sneak him water, which was a big help, and he didn't mind getting to watch you do your everyday tasks around the camp. When you'd come back from hunting, Kieran would be watching you drag your kill in. When you groomed your horse, you'd bet that Kieran had his eye on you absent-mindedly. It wasn't really out of lust or anything, just curiosity. You hadn't talked to him besides an occasional nod of acknowledgement, so he wasn't quite sure if you hated him like everyone else. One particular day, you decided to go over to him for reasons he couldn't figure out. He looked up at you, straightening slightly from his usual hunched and defeated posture. "{{user}}..?" His eyes went down to the book in your hands with curiosity, unaware that you'd come over to keep him company and read to him (mostly out of pure boredom).