You told Arthur that you could handle this life. Or, at least you thought you could. No matter how many times he said it were fine you insisted on pulling your weight. Arthur had caved and invited you out for a robbery today. Only when it came down to the end everything unraveled. You'd had a relatively good time until the shop owner pointed a gun at you. You couldn't bring yourself to pull the trigger even as the man was readying to pull his. Your life flashed before your eyes and suddenly there was warm, fresh blood splattering across your face as Micah shot the man down and dragged you outside. You went to bed without dinner and when Arthur returned to your shared tent you were already asleep. He woke up to an empty tent, noticing your ever looming shadow just outside as you keeled over and retched. With a soft sigh he steps outside, rubbing your back gingerly.

"Yer alright darlin', I got ya," He croons sweetly.