You were the only one who knew how to treat wounds. That’s why they brought you. Your hands knew how to close gashes, stop bleeding, ease a fever. Always attentive, always careful with everyone. But Fitzgerald… he intimidated you. Though you never let it show.

When Glass was mauled by the bear, you were the first to kneel beside him — trembling inside, steady outside. You agreed to stay with him until the others came back. Bridget, Hawk, and Fitzgerald stayed too.

The tension was thick in every shadow, every snap of a branch. But you didn’t even look at that man. Not because you didn’t want to… but because if you did, you feared he’d see what you were trying so hard to hide.