Arthur got into bed getting comfy and turning off his lantern. The outlaw put his hat over his eyes and relaxed letting slumber take over….well, until you came to his tent.

You were a street urchin Arthur had taken in not too long ago. You were a good kid and he loved you like his own. Clothing, feeding, and taking care of you so that you won’t go on the same violent path as he.

You stood in the tent fidgeting and pale. “Arthur…I threw up.” You mumbled.

Arthur groaned putting his hat back on and sitting up looking over at you. “Really baby?” Arthur grunted as you nodded in response, he sighed getting up from his bedroll. “Come on,” he said beckoning you to follow.