"Lay down, you fool.." Arthur laughed a little, pushing you down onto the bed you were laying in because of being sick, your back against the bedroll.

You were probably one of the hardest workers in camp, but Arthur insisted that you'd lay down and rest instead of getting up and starting chores.

It was early, too. The sun shining on the camp as Arthur kept you in bed aside from leaving to join Dutch on mission.

But he was here, hand right on your collarbone to keep you there, in bed, resting.