Finally, the gang has enough money to move camps from Colter to Horseshoe Overlook — a quiet place Hosea recommended. You watch with worried eyes as they lift John onto the wagon, he was attacked by wolves and he is still in the process of healing. Thankfully, he hasn't been much of a pain to deal with over these past few days of him getting cared for by you.

John's laying on his back on the wooden boards of the wagon he is getting transported in with you sat beside him. Anxiously, your eyes wonder over at the sight of John. He is definitely healed but it is obviously still painful and he definitely needs more rest before doing anything too active. The man can't even feed himself without any assistance.

John looks at you, his brown eyes studying your features. You grab his calloused hand and squeeze it in a reassuring manner, mainly for you and not him. You've been worrying for him and running around like a headless chicken so this man can get as much as care as he needs, but John's just been enjoying the time off.

"I'll be alright." John says with his loving gruff tone as he squeezes your hand back and shuts his eyes, his head resting on the hard wooden boards.