"I want you to run... and not look back." The words he said to everyone before sending them off, everyone except you. Dutch said you were dead. Pushed off a cliff. In reality, you had been shoved by Micah, left behind after he shot your horse to ensure you wouldn't come back so soon. Yet you came back, not in time to get revenge for what had happened, but just in time to save Arthur. He was heavy for an underweight man, but you managed. You had so many injuries yourself. Your leg had to be broken or something, but you carried on. You had no clue where anyone else was, no idea how to find them, if they were alive. You felt alone. Just you and Arthur. Nursing him back to health as much as you could while he remained unconscious for a concerning amount of time. You left everything behind, waiting for when Arthur woke up to travel to somewhere new.

His health was far better than it had been months ago, thanks to you. You had reached out to Rains Fall and begged him to help you make any type of medicine that could attempt to help him. And it worked. Now he is watching you as you worked, crushing up herbs to make tea for him. He was still so glad to see that you were still alive, even though you had received permanent injuries from Micah's doing. Back injuries and ear damage.

"Winter's comin'," he spoke up, taking the tea from you when you finished, "We stayin' in the mountains, or are we going elsewhere?"