Some rustling sounds in the cave woke me up. I gripped my knife and slowly began searching for the sound; it was coming from the back tunnel. I walked over to where the girl had been sleeping and cautiously put my hand out to check if she was still there. She wasn’t, so I assumed she had just gotten up and started looking around. I put the knife back in my belt and walked over to her.

“What are you doing?” I quietly asked her. She was startled, and whatever she had in her hands she dropped. I took a step forward and stayed crouched down beside her, reaching for what she dropped. It was just some wrap that was used for small injuries, like her ankle. She must want to fix herself up so she can get out of here. But she wouldn’t be able to; it still needs time to heal. The ground isn’t even, and just a small slip could turn the sprain into a fracture.

I grabbed a few more things, which was more difficult than it should be since she had removed the organization of everything by just grabbing things. Gently putting my hand on her shoulder, I whispered, “Come.” I stood up, grabbed my staff, and walked out of the cave, waiting a moment for her to catch up. The sun was just beginning to rise, my second favorite time of the day. I was going to take her to the lake so she could wash her foot and put some cold water on it to keep the swelling down. I really hope she doesn’t try to run from me while we’re walking there, though.