Anita
Extending the potion towards Ally, hoping Ally would be awake to see his hand waving the potion around. Suddenly he saw a hand come towards him and just barely, he had time to jolt back before the hand could swat at him. "What am I doing?! I was trying to see if you're awake! Sheesh, I was only trying to hand you your potion back!" He leaned over the wooden panel again, kneeling in the back of the wagon. He extended his arms over the panel, waving the potion in his bandaged hand defensively. "Relax, if I wanted to kill you, I would've done that already, sedura." He rolled his eyes as his gaze focused in on Ally's features. 

Jeez... He looked horrible. Don't get Dava wrong, he still found him attractive but— wow... Focusing in on his face, a bruise was prominent on his cheek from where he had punched Ally and the side of his head had dried blood almost a frozen, brown colour. His ears drooped at the sight but he shook his head frantically—focus! Guilt is the *Last* Thing he should be feeling! "Just take your potion back. I'm feeling better, it's *You* Who should drink it. No offense but you look absolutely *Horrible."* From just waking up momentarily, his accent was thicker than usual, his s's, r's and a's were all either slurred or rolled and his tone was a lot softer than it had ever been before, almost genuine. He was the calmest he's ever been and while he had a surge of annoyance, he was thankful nonetheless. No one has ever really... No. He shouldn't think about that, not now. He gave the potion between his fingers another shake as he impatiently waited for Ally to snatch it from him.
Sydney
He has to admit, every muscle in his body was screaming out in pain - he'd downed three of those potions in the last few hours and it seemed to do nothing but keep him awake by a string, in any case, the potion looked alluring. Ally scoffed, turning his head away as he stubbornly pulled his blanket around his shoulders, cramming his face into the soft favric. Even though the sight of the potion was alluring he'd already drank many, and to be honest he hated the feeling, but he'd feel guilty if Dava didn't drink it. He was still irritable but had calmed down at this point, his body couldn't keep up with his anger anymore, but that didn't stop him from being irrationally stubborn - probably and aftermath of his pain. At the mention of him looking 'horrible' he sank even further into the blanket, his fingers curling and gripping the fabric tightly as he pressed it against his cold cheeks. He looked horrible? Dava looked just as bad except maybe with better wrapped bandages.

Anyways he immediately decided he wasn't going to drink the potion even if it was in his best interest. The best solution was just to pull some nonsense excuse out of nowhere, he didn't even understand half of what Dava was saying anyways: **"What? Why do you want me to drink it so bad?"** He irritably snapped, trying to hide the nagging pain in his voice. **"I've already drank some, I left that one out for you. Take it now so by the time we get to an inn you can be on your merry way! I don't think I can stand another moment with you anyways!"**

The one thing he didn't want to happen, Dava waking up and of course it happened. He met the man's glare and even though this would be a good chance to work together and maybe even get him some well-needed sleep he wasn't going to trust this man awake around his things. Nevertheless take a potion that was in his hands, even though he knew he had made it.
Anita
His eyes widened at his answer—Was he not going to drink it? "What? What do you mean *I* Should take it? Just because you already had some doesn't mean you should refuse something you *Clearly* Need!" He glared at Ally skeptically, and could hear the twinge of pain in his voice. "Come on, sedura, swallow the pride and just fucking take the potion." He huffed annoyingly, Vivec, this man was stubborn! He was beginning to doubt if *His* Own stubbornness was really that bad as he initially thought! He glanced behind him to the thick blanket he had been covered with momentarily. He ducked to reach for it and when he was sure to have a firm grasp, he quickly returned to leaning over the wooden panel to dump the thick blanket over the pathetic, thin blanket Ally had been using. There, now he doesn't look like he's about to freeze to death! A small smirk forming on his face after dumping the thick blanket so rudely onto him. He snickered, awaiting the brash reaction he was about to face. What? He was only *Helping.* It wasn't as if he was doing any harm! He was trying to be helpful! *Well... In the only way he knew how.* 

He watched Ally fumble under the thick blanket and his snicker only grew louder. He continued to watch with amusement. "There, now you won't freeze to death. But I can't promise that you won't die of something else if you don't take this potion." He waved the potion obnoxiously in front of Ally yet again, dangling it annoyingly in front of the Breton. He was starting to become antsy, his previous calmness was replaced with an almost impatient feeling that had an underlying need to get on Ally's nerves considering he had *Yet* Again been so rude! And to think Dava has been nothing but helpful! He only wanted this stubborn prude to swallow his pride and just drink the damn potion!

A grin instantly formed on his face as he blurted out; "I'll shut up if you drink it!"
Sydney
He gazed ahead in irritation, rubbing his throbbing temple and blinking. He really thought if he just got the chance to lay down he'd feel better- but he couldn't do that until he sent Dava away. His voice was enough to give Ally a migraine! This time he chose instead to just ignore the annoying brute, turning his head and glaring into the darkness, focusing on the outline of the horse. He could hear the rush of the river to their side, water running over icy pebbles. He closed his eyes and breathed, his exhale shaky. *This all could've been avoided. Maybe he should've just accepted the drink back at the inn, that seemed like a much better situation then the pain he was in now.* He tried to make it adamant he wasn't in pain, or tired, he felt fine but he was a bird without wings at the moment - being pinned by a wolf. He grit his teeth and perked up a bit when he heard rustling behind him, had he given up? He turned his head to snarl something and nearly jumped out of the wagon when he saw a heavy, black wave wash over him. The leftover warmth that had been absorbed dripped off the blanket onto his body and the pressure almost felt good - he longed to curl up and fall asleep. 

Surprisingly Ally didn't snap at Dava and just gave him a glare once he struggled and popped his head out of the blanket, gritting his teeth and shooting him a warning look. **"I've bandaged myself up- the only problem is the cold now. I don't need the potion, you do."** He slurred, shaking his head in a dog-like manner before pulling his limbs under the blanket, now hoarding both thick and thin.

**"Like I'd believe that, idiot! Drink the damn potion or I'm gonna get the pot out again!"** He snapped, not giving Dava the pleasure of complaining about the blanket- mainly because he was too thankful for it, but there was no way he was mentioning that after the rude way he delivered it.

**"Just shut it, you've been annoying enough tonight haven't you?"** He growled, **"Anyways the sun will be up soon and you need your strength to leave after that- unless we get to an inn first."**
Anita
He scoffed angrily when at first he suspected Ally had begun to ignore him but to his surprise Ally had no comment about the blanket. Meeting Ally's stone, cut-throat glare, he rolled his eyes, letting out a groan the same time as Ally was speaking. Yet again, he found *Another* Reason to complain and be stubborn!
Upon the mentioning of the pot, Dava easily grabbed the bloodied pot, show-casing it to Ally; "Oh this pot?" Without thinking, he tossed it behind him, it easily being thrown off the wagon and into the snow as the wagon carried on. "Did you mean *That* Pot?" He questioned in an innocent but sickening sweet tone. "Oh whoops, my hand must've slipped. Clusmy me. Guess you can't make me drink it."

 Grabbing potion again, he leaned forward, the wooden panel being at his waist now as he bent forward, completely in Ally's left field of vision. "Can you just take the potion?! Here—I can even help you shove it down your stupid throat!" He uncorked the bottle, and swiftly plunged it forcefully between Ally's lips. "There! I'm already helping you!" His eye twitched with annoyance as he forcefully lifted the end of the bottle, making the healing liquid that much harder to not swallow. The wagon began to hit a more rocky terrain and the wagon itself bounced from side to side, making their new scuffle unsteady. Dava let go of the bottle, glaring at Ally with a menacing glare. His lips curled into a small smirk as he let out a mischievous snicker.
Sydney
He pulled the blanket tighter, his fists squeezing the cloth in annoyance. He made a point not to look in Dava's eyes, his gaze wandering to the road. The path had thinned up and was getting rougher- could it be because they were close to the river? He looked towards Vigilance and growled, trying to block out the price behind him. *Maybe he should just knock him out again! He survived so far, let's see how much he could take!* Ally whipped around to give Dava a searing glare of hatred, his eyes sparkling brightly with annoyance. 

He just glared at Dava, his cold gaze sweeping over his face. Was he going to have a grudge over a pot? Ally clenched his teeth and snapped his upper half to face Dava, **"If you throw that fu-!?"** He was cut off at the sight of the pot being tossed backwards- alarm flitted through his gaze and he made a sound of surprise. Did he know how much that pot costed! More then he has now! He grabbed the reigns in one of his hands about to force them to a stop- but before he could do anything he caught sight of the snobby little gremlin in the side of his vision, obviously up to no good. He glared but before he could do or say anything *Again* His eyes widened in shock as the felt the cold bottle forced into his lips. He coughed and gagged, choking down the liquid- utterly stunned for a moment- his teeth scraped against the glass bottle as he swung his arm around- that mind you still had the reigns in it- and grabbed Dava's wrist, trying to pull the bottle out of his mouth, at the same time trying to drag his head backwards. The sudden struggle caused pain to erupt at the sudden activity, and he spat as the bottle was let go of and tore it out of his mouth, bending over to sputter up the liquid as he choked on it. 
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**

His fist gripped the bottle and before he could think he twisted his body, glass in hand, and threw it as hard as he could at Dava- thankfully missing- but still hit the ground behind Dava and watched as the bottle exploded into little shards of glass. **"You know what! Maybe I should've just left you there!"** He yelled, his voice echoing around the silent forest; pain erupted in his voice. This is why you didn't treat enemy's before yourself! He could hardly lift a hand and his voice was hoarse with pain. **"Snicker all you want, asshole!"**

Ally failed to realize how much the wagon was swaying with his constant tugging on the reigns, not to mention the sudden struggle had spooked the black mare at this point.
Anita
Luckily ducking when the bottle was thrown, his eyes widened at the bottle shattering just behind him! His ears flattened as his eyes narrowed into an menacing glare as he snapped his head back in Ally's direction. "What's wrong with you!? You couldn't swallow your pride for *One* Moment?! I was trying to *Help* You!" He hissed back, finally deciding to feed into the urge to piss off Ally even more. "Fine, you wanna be petty?!Consider your wish granted!"And with that, he grabbed another pot and tossed it out of the wagon so carelessly and reach for yet another one;"Can't give me another concussion if you don't have a pot to hit me with!" He tossed the one in his possession behind him as he turned his focus back on Ally, returning to where he was momentarily."To think I was *Grateful!* I was only trying to *Oh-so-graciously* Return the favour!Vivec forbid I try to help a stuck-up, narcissistic prude like you!"He grimaced bitterly as a childish grin swept his lips and his ears perked up with an idea.Oh hohoho,he was already in the dog house—did it really matter if he made Ally even more distressed? 

Reaching over to grasp the thick blanket,he yanked it with a firm tug and announced;"You know,I liked you better when I couldn't see that stupid glare of yours! Here,I know what's fix that sour frown!"He draped the thick blanket over Ally's head, his grin widening as a childish,sly laugh escaped his mouth."Can't be mad at what you can't see right?!" He leaned forward,his laughter gaining volume as he watched Ally struggle to remove the blanket. "Serves you right, Sedura!" He choked up,his laughter getting the best of him, as he hunched over the wooden panel,his eyes shut tight as he continued to giggle profusely. 

However his giggling was cut-short when the wagon began to bump rigorously along the path,making everything in the wagon shake and wobble.Dava clutched the panel beneath him for balance as his eyes opened in surprise at the sudden,rapid change of terrain.
Sydney
He clenched his jaw and looked at Dava with the most livid glare. His heart ached with regret. He should've just left this idiot there to freeze to death! The potion still did little but numb the pain a bit- and give him a little boost to start yelling at Dava, but I think he was going to start doing that anyways. **"Help?!"** He snapped, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. Hell! Helping was jamming something down someone's throat when they didn't want to drink it! Ally used his sleeve to wipe the excess potion off his chin, a sharp cough escaping his mouth. His eyes widened in disbelief as Dava grabbed another pot, and before he knew it he'd leaned over, his waist pressed against the wooden bar, after Dava had thrown the second one and ran the back of his hand across the lower part of Dava's cheek with a loud '*Smack*'- taking advantage of the fact he was too distracted throwing *His* Pots out of the wagon! **"I don't need a pot to give you *Another* Concussion. Throw another thing out of this wagon and see what happens!"** He hissed, shaking his stinging hand and glaring at him. He immediately regretted moving, pain ringing through his body like a bell after it's been hit. He couldn't believe it! The amount of bullshit this man was pulling was ridiculous! Not even his pointy ears or sharp accent could save him! 

**"You know what-!?"** He was cut off when he felt the blanket being thrown over him again, a snarl escaping his mouth. He panicked for a moment when he couldn't see but that panic turned into seeing anger as he ripped the blanket as hard as he could off his head, flinching at the harsh pain in his neck. He glared at Dava like was was going to gut him, throwing the blanket back into the back of the wagon. He didn't even have words for his childish remarks! His giggles! How did he find this amusing! How was he still going after all this time! 
**
**

He was suddenly snapped back to reality when the wagon lurched, gripping the seat and glancing towards the mare. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw Vigilance tossing and turning, frightened from the yelling, his constant tugging on the reigns not helping. The horse sped up instead of slowing down as you should on this terrain, kicking at the dirt and dragging the wagon along effortlessness with her. Did they spook her? Or was there something in the woods. Ally grabbed the wagon and pushed himself up, preparing to whistle to the horse to try and calm her down. But before he could do anything there was a '*Crack*' from somewhere in the wagon- which spooked the horse even more- and within seconds he felt the reigns being pulled out of his hands as she somehow free'd herself from the wagon and dashed off in fear and confusion. *Shit.*
Anita
Davaras couldn't help laughing even harder when Ally simply threatened him! Oh how amusing this was! His glares did nothing but only widened his smiles as he continued to laugh profusely. His laughter ceased when Ally's hand came cold and hard down across his cheek. "Ow! What was that for?! I was only *Helping* You empty out your *Weapon* Arsenal!" He snapped with an annoyed sharpness to his tone. 

As he reached for the thick blanket that was thrown behind, the wagon lurched forward then backwards—then it just started to wobble far more than before! As Ally's attention focused to somehow gain control of his spooked mane, Davaras felt the the excessive shaking beneath his feet, making him grasp the panel with unsteady hands. But Davaras lost his balance and fell backwards into the bed of the wagon with a loud *"Ack—!"* Which would've been hilarious to him in any other instance but— something was wrong. He attempted to lift himself up but he acknowledged the increase of speed the wagon was gaining—what was happening-? Davaras managed to grasp the side of the finicky wagon with a firm hold, managing to pull himself to his feet. He shakily held onto the wooden panel, leaning himself over to get a look at what was happening but as soon as he managed to successfully hold onto the panel enough to keep himself upright—the horse's reigns had left Ally's hands as she hauled away, leaving the wagon to increase in speed at the sudden decline of the hill they must've been on! "Did the horse just fucking take off?!" His head snapped in the direction the horse was escaping towards, completely disappearing into the woods behind them. His ears lowered at the sound of several *'cracks'* Within the wagon. "Uh—please tell me you can do something! The wagon isn't—" He lost his grip onto the wooden panel and he was immediately thrown back yet again, his back landing harshly onto the wooden bed of the wagon as it went downhill. "Do something, sedura!!"
Sydney
His eyes widened in complete surprise and he held his breath trying to hold in his shock. *Crap. Shit.* **"Vigilance!"** He howled in anger, tossing his head and gripping into the panel for dear life. Just wonderful! They were going down a hill! The river was right next to them! It sounded like something had broke on the wagon! He imagined all the possible, horrible outcomes and bit his tongue. **"You idiot! What the f do you want me to do!?"** He snarled, gripping onto the wagon as it bounced back and forth and increased speed. He couldn't see anything in the darkness ahead of them and the back with Davaras suddenly seemed much more comfortable then being up here on his lonesome. He looked around, was there a brake? Anything? I wonder if he smashed the wheel if he could get it to stop but that might make it worse! He gripped the seat as the wagon began to become more wilder, cursing under his breath.

Nothing he could do! And he certainly wasn't sitting up here to die first! It was a struggle but he crawled over the bar that separated the front from back and scrambled for grip on the thick blanket, pulling himself into the back and onto the bed of the wagon. Blitz had woken up because of the sudden ruckus and started to screech, her wings muffled from the blanket still thrown over the cage. He grabbed her cage and hugged it in his arms, sinking as far down as possible, wood on his back, and praying for the best.

This complete and utter idiot! This was all his fault! But that didn't matter now, they might die! He gripped the bird cage hard and dragged the thick blanket against himself, helpless as the wagon built up more speed and was crashing along the rocky path, swinging everything back and forth. The necklace seemed like a distant memory at this point. **"Hold on, cretin!"**
Anita
Watching the Breton hop in the back, Davaras immediately moved aside to accommodate the extra body that now went to brace for the impact they were about to face. The air blew passed them in fast whisps and the creaking of the wagon sounded louder than ever as they descended down the hill. 

"Can you shut that bird up?! Now is not the—" The wagon suddenly went over a large rock, sending the wagon through the air and harshly back onto the decline of the hill but the impact of such a harsh fall broke one of the wagon wheels—sending it off in an entirely other direction! Davaras' eyes widened in fear, completely forgetting the annoyance and resentment he had felt formly. The wagon leaned forward upon the front wheels considering the rear wheel broke off, lessening the even weight in the back of the wagon. He couldn't look away from the rocky river that laid ahead, sharp rocks gashed the sides of the wagon as it rapidly rolled down the hill. He wasn't afraid of heights—he has *Never* Consider himself scared of much but at that moment, the sight of the river that lied below sent a panic through him. He couldn't find it within him to open his mouth with a snarky demand or sarcastic remark—he was frozen in place as his gaze remained locked onto the descent downwards. His hands immediately grasped the lower part of the separation panel, wincing at the rough strain on his wrist. He forcefully turned away from the sight before him, clenching his eyes shut as he mentally braced for impact. And boy did it arrive—harsh, rough, with a sharp landing that sent everything in the wagon scattering and rolling off as the bottom of wagon embraced the rough, watery ground. Two wheels then gave out, falling flat upon the ground, leaving one singular wheel—the front right wheel barely attached on. Then,everything stilled. There was no movement, only the sounds of the flowing river and the *Horrific* Screeches of that pesky bird!
Sydney
Ally gripped the bird cage and squeezed the blanket around him- hopefully that would pad him if they hit anything- before squeezing his eyes shut and gripping one of the small benches, trying to sink into the wood. He shut his eyes and fell silent, listening to the whipping wind and clutching onto the wagon, trying to hide himself from the flying debris and terrifying scene. His heart felt like it had stopped in his chest and he could hardly breath. He didn't know if he was more stunned or scared- and he didn't want to glance up when he heard one of the wheels break. He braced himself for impact- clutching onto the birds cage when he finally felt it.

That moment was a blur, he could hear Dava, the bird, the clatter of things but couldn't remember the exact details. All he knew is that when he began to stir he opened his eyes he was in worse pain then before. The river echoed painfully in his head and he was still holding the bird cage. He shook his head to try and shake away the throbbing pain, looking around and gently sliding out of the wagon. Everything seemed too still now, after all that chaos, and he didn't make a comment as he turned and looked at what became of his *Wagon* And that *Idiot*. His surroundings melted away and he stared in complete horror at the ruin- everything scattered, three wheels *Gone*, the front of the wagon that was supposed to hold a horse torn off, and perhaps even worse no horse! He didn't even register his pain, the screeching of Blitz, the fate of his "Companion"- he just *Stared* At the ruins. 

*What did he ever do to Dava?*
Anita
Slowly lifting himself up from the stilled wagon, he ran his hands across his body, patting every inch of himself in disbelief. His eyes widened in disbelief as a surprised grin appeared on his lips. He let out a hoarse laugh which turned into a roar of laughter as he hopped off of the wagon bed. "I-I'm alive! I can't believe it!" He continued to gawk at the ruins before him as he laughed in disbelief, his laughter almost manic. "Fuck this wagon! Fuck the horse! Fuck that stupid bird—fuck everything!" His gaze fell upon a singular pot that laid in the watery snow as he impulsively kicked it, sending the pot flying. "Fuck it all! I can't believe this, we almost died!" He continued his uproar of laughter, tears swelling up in his eyes. 

All the pain and aching subsided into numbness, all he felt was disbelief which gradually transitioned into realization. As his laughter slowly died down, he stared at the ground breathlessly, coming down from his adrenaline rush. His teary, crimson-shaded eyes trailed over what remained of the ruptured wagon. The horse was nowhere in sight nor was the four departed wagon wheel but not that that mattered... At least not at this very moment. But what captured his gaze was the frozen Breton that stood almost lifelessly. Slowly approaching the silent man, he stopped just beside the only standing wheel that was attached just *Barely* To the wagon by a singular bolt. His eyes softened into a concerned, guilty look, his ears slowly lowering as regret welled up within his chest with a greater ache. With a final glance of the remnants of Ally's things that surrounded them, he finally broke the silence with just four words; "It could be worse...?" His tone came across as almost jokingly, but it was uncertain, shaky and even hopeful. He leaned against the wagon, placing his hand on top of the singular, standing wheel but just the weight of his hand alone- sent the wheel snapping off the bolt, falling instantly onto the wet ground.
Sydney
He was snapped out of his thoughts as Dava approached the wagon, his gaze suddenly turning into venom and hatred. It didn't matter so much that his few belongings were everywhere- *The horse was gone, the wagon was broken, and they were in the middle of nowhere.* He stared in disbelief, *It could be worse?* He didn't see how! His glare turned into storm clouds- a storm slowly growing- as he gawked as the last pitiful wheel broke when Dava leaned against the wagon, his mouth parting in horror.

What was wrong with Dava? He pulled the bird cage closer and blinked, letting out a slow sigh- this had to be counted as one of the worst days of his life. His hands slowly started trembling- not from the pain, or cold, screw that, but out of the anger that welled up inside him, and steamed from his ears. He slammed the bird cage down just a little harder then intended, Blitz letting out a shriek. **"It could be worse?!"** He snapped, outrage in his voice. What were they going to do! It was still freezing, they were injured, he didn't have much food since Dava knocked it all out when he first raided the wagon, and Ally didn't really have the proper supplies for being outdoors in weather like this! He couldn't stand looking at Dava for *One second longer.* He felt despair well in his eyes, anger bursting at the seams, **"How could it be f

He fell silent and clenched his fists- it didn't matter what Dava did, now that his wagon was broken what was he supposed to do?! All that work he put in to buy it and this halfwit destroyed it! He didn't just destroy the wagon, he'd ruined his daughters necklace! Chased away his horse! Perhaps Ally had been a prick but he didnt destroy any of Dava's belongings, he even tried to be nice after their fight! He didn't even know where to start, he just gave Dava a warning look. **"Get. Your. *Filthy hands.* Off. My. Wagon."**
Anita
Watching the wheel pop off, rolling into a slow circle until it fell, sending the wagon collapsing hard onto the ground. He winced at the sudden drop of the wagon and felt a sharp chill sweep over his body. His eyes were locked at the ground as he felt the burning, piercing glare without even turning in that general direction.His ears lowered once Ally began to go off and it took nearly everything within himself to meet Ally's direct glare but even then, he didn't like the Breton raising his voice. "Look I... I didn't mean for this all to happen—honest!"He raised his hands up defensively, eyes locking in on Ally's hands to reassure himself he wasn't about to get bludgeoned by another cooking appliance—His expression softened as he gradually lowered his head.Had he really intended for all of this to happen..?No!Of course not!Why was he beginning to feel sorry?!He shouldn't.But no matter how many times he shook his head frantically,he couldn't brush off the feeling of remorse as he watched Ally explode with anger and pure fury.He stepped away from the collapsed wagon and that's when a glistening reflection caught his eye.It was the ruby bird centerpiece,laying almost untouched onto a small pebble beside his boot.He crouched to lift it up, inspecting it before wiping it. He waltzed over to the bed of the wagon and spotted the golden chain almost instantly,caught between the separation panel.He walked around,retrieving the chain before holding the two pieces of the fragmented necklace together... It was really valuable necklace... But... His want and compulsive need for something like this wasn't nearly as strong as the guilt that pained him in his chest.Should he *Attempt* To give it back..? It was the thought that counts..? He slowly but surely approached Ally again, being careful not to startled him. "Here.. It's not... Completely broken. I'm sure you could fix it considering the ruby only snapped from the chain.." He mumbled,not quite ready to face Ally's gaze directly.
Sydney
His brows lowered and squeezed closer together, a dark shadow cast across his amber orbs as he glared at Dava. His face contorted with rage and he threw his hands up, he might not of had anything to hit Dava with but he was more then ready too. He had a sinking feeling of despair, he just wanted to wake up from this nightmare! He was honestly clueless about what to *Do.* All he knew was he was pissed, and when Dava tried to give him back the necklace he erupted in anger. His face contorted and he spat, his eyes burning. The forest held it's breath for a moment before Ally's voice trembled with rage and he raised it until it was a howl, echoing through the landscape. **"You didn't mean for all this to happen!? Oh, I'm sure you didn't but I'd you would've have listened to me it *Wouldn't* Of happened you careless halfwit!"** He snarled, shaking his hands up and down, his face was flushed red with anger and he stepped forward, snatching the necklace and swinging it aggressively in Dava's face- almost in disbelief. He continued on, yelling his head off, and even if Dava tried to yell back he'd raise his voice and just continue onward. **"Have you ever thought about *Me* This entire time or are you that selfish? What am I going to do when we get out of this!? My horse is gone. My wagon is broken. And on top of that your just *Assuming* I know how to fix the necklace?! I don't have the money to pay for a new wagon if we can't fix it! But then again it doesn't matter because I won't be able to pay for another f

He threw the necklace into the back of the wagon and turned his back to Dava, his chest heaving. He couldn't believe this, he thought, trudging with a little limp through the pebbly mush and sighing, trying to subdue the thought of murdering Dava as he looked out over the dark river. He breathed, clenching his hands. It didn't matter what he said or did now- the wagon was broken. He tried to distract himself by thinking what to do next but his energy was completely sapped and he feared he might give himself a permanent injury if he didn't rest. His shoulder was killing him from where he had been kicked and he think he had hit his leg funny. He knew how to use restorative powers but he didn't have the strength to do it right now, so maybe if he got some rest in the morning he'd have enough energy to treat himself. He glanced at Dava from the side of his vision, and maybe that pompous brat if he could calm down enough.

In a shaky voice he turned to Dava and snapped, **"Make a damn fire over there and I'll see what I can do about shelter. Unless you'd rather freeze tonight. In the morning we can think of what to do."** He didn't give Dava time to respond and stormed away towards the wreckage, trying to distract himself by puzzling over how to build a shelter.
Anita
Having the necklace, swung so aggressively back in his face, he nearly scoffed, all previous feelings of remorse abandoning him into a harsh, bitter cold feeling of resentment. He didn't mean for this to happen! All he wanted was that necklace and he went through all this trouble of returning it even after he initially stole it! He watched bitterly as Ally stormed off in the opposite direction, most likely going to return with another bloody pot of his for him to bludgeon Dava with. A fire didn't sound to awful, he knew how to make one! Taking in a deep inhale, he set off to gather nearby pieces of wood, slowly gathering up a pile of sticks onto the driest part of the ground. With a new objective in mind, he sat down in the criss-cross position, leaning forward as he carefully held two sticks, trying to rub them together to create friction. After what felt like five minutes has passed—but in reality was not even one minute had gone by—the one of the twigs snapped, causing Dava to huff in annoyance. He retrieved another stick to repeat the same routine until that twig broke! Agitation was welling up within him as he continuously snapped each twig and by the time he clutched the branch of wood within his hand, he just dumped it angrily into the pile. Like this was his fault! All he wanted was either a hot date or a new piece for his jewelry collection! No... He should calm down. The last thing that was needed was for one of them to snap and decide to commit a homicide in a fit of rage. *Which by all means wouldn't be him.* 

"What a prude... *Im* The selfish one, oh that's rich.. Let's see how selfish I am when I shove my foot up his a—" A rude, obnoxious screech cut him off mid-sentence, instigating a spark of anger to rumble within him. "Oh can it, you stupid vulture! If you weren't that damn psychopath's daedra, I wouldn't be considering spit-roasting you over the fire!" But... What fire? The fire he couldn't *Start?* This... Perhaps was the wrong task for him..
Sydney
He rustled around in his belongings and grabbed all the blankets he could find. He wasn't sure how well this was going to turn out but he just wanted a comfortable spot to lay and if they could built a fire and block out most of the wind it should be fine until morning. Usually Ally was down south and had his wagon so he would normally just string up a hammock and sleep in that- not to mention he usually slept during the day. He took this as a chance to ignore Dava, taking out his bright sparkling anger in making a shelter- probably a little more complicated then it needed to be. He looked at the location of the fire and then found a dry enough spot not too far away infront of some trees that should manage to break the wind. He took a couple of large branches he found and huffed as he leaned them up against two trees before covering them with thin sheets to try and patch up the holes. It was pathetic, to say the least.

Branches were spread out in a cross-cross manner between two trees with a sheet on them but it would work to block out any wind coming from that direction. He went back to the wagon and dug around till he found a little carpet and rolled it down on the space infront of the little wall he'd made, then he threw the rest of his fur blankets down. He slapped his hands together and breathed, *This was fine!* Totally fine. He could make it work. He breathed in and out, looking over the bedding, of course Dava didn't mean for it to escalate this far but that didn't change the fact that what happened happened and they couldn't take it back now. Ally just needed to think positive! He could go back and salvage what was left of the wheels, get the pots back, maybe track down Vigilance. You know, *It was fine.* It didn't matter that the wagon was broken. As long as they survived. 

He finally turned to Dava to see how well the fire was going and froze up, that momentary calmness being torn away. What was he doing? He growled and watched for a moment- oh this was just gold! Perhaps he would've laughed at him but he wasn't in the mood. **"Just bring the wood over here and I'll do it!"** He barked.
Anita
Without a glance in Ally's general direction, he gave up upon rubbing sticks together. He grabbed the nearest rocks and resorting to scraping them together—this would work! Or... The idea was there.. But there was no sparks as Dava continously banged the stones together with a very concentrated expression. Why wasn't it working? No, no—it'll work! Just... Not yet.

Upon hearing Ally's unnecessary demand, he dropped the stones impulsively, shooting Ally the sharpest glare yet. "Excuse me? Don't you fucking dare boss me around!" He stood up hastily, clenching his hands into fists. He stormed over towards Ally, only ceasing in his tracks until he was looming down at the shorter Breton. "I'm sick of your constant complaining and bossing—hit me all you want but I don't wanna hear *Shit* About me being selfish or not attempting to help!" He snapped, his tone completely different from how it was mere seconds ago, this was his peak—he could be berated and tossed around—he was used to that! But the constant whining and bitching was so utterly unnecessary! Davaras gave Ally a hard shove, relishing in the slight step backwards that had to be taken to regain his balance. "Since you believe your narcissistic ass can do better—by all means! Go make your stupid fire! See if I care! I'll go make myself useful and *Try* To gather something we can eat!" Before awaiting an answer, he stormed off towards the wagon to retrieve his scarf. He was enraged, his breathing was heavy and hot as he rummaged the back of the wagon for not only his scarf but anything salvageable. What a fucking prude! Dava couldn't help the tears that pricked his eyes but he hurried to dab them with his scarf, wrapping it around for comfort than the numbing cold. His patience was worn thin and if that asshole wanted to start the fire—by all means! He was done! He'll make something to eat if he was allowed to without *Someone* Breathing down his neck!
Sydney
He flinched when he heard the rocks being banged together, his teeth gritting- *Ugh*! Could Dava just stop! He'd do the fire, he didn't care at this point! Ally gripped his cold ears with his hands, spinning around to glare at Dava. **"If you could make yourself anything but *Useless*, maybe I would stop!"** He hissed, pulling his cloak tighter around him. He kept his gaze stubbornly locked on Dava, looking up at the taller man with eyes that glittered like amber flames even when he looked over him. He was complaining to Ally! Why? He was selfish and he wasn't helping! Ally didn't try to take his things, he hadn't tried to ruin him belongings, he didn't- just- JUST *UGH*! Dava stormed away before he could think of anything to say, his sharp faze following him.

You know what, it didnt matter! It really didn't! This idiot could just go do whatever he wanted, Ally wasn't his babysitter. As long as Ally was comfortable it didn't matter what fate befalls that halfwit. He felt a surge of anger- the last one he'd be able to manage that day- and turned to the wood pile Dava had made. His eyes glinted with lividness as he stormed over to the scraps of a fire Dava had built, kicking the broken sticks into a pile before reaching out his hand and letting an explosion of heat erupt from his fingers, his anger fueling the bright flames.

The sudden light was brilliant but blinded him and he pulled his eyes away harshly from the light before blindly placing his hand on the branches, ignoring the searing of the heat as he pressed his hand against the wood and watched as the fire trickled throughout the pile. He pulled his hand away and shook it to get rid of the leftover heat, sighing at the remarkable warmth that rippled off the brilliant flames. Whatever Dava did now didn't matter to him, after that he felt a huge crash of exhaustion and moseyed on over to the shelter complaining under his breath. He sat down on the furry blankets with his back turned to Dava, taking a moment to relax- at least he was sort of warm now? And if Dava was going to find food (which he probably wasn't) maybe Ally could get some sleep in.
Anita
After rummaging through the wagon, all he could find was horse feed, a couple of juniper and snow berries, a couple of frozen rats.. Ew, and now a couple of apples. It wasn't... So... Bad? A creeping feeling of guilt swept over him as he stared down at the salvaged materials before him. Maybe he was a bit harsh.. Of course, that prude was unreasonable but he did try more than once to be civil! 

He couldn't feel his fingertips as he brushed them against the cold fruit. Was this really all they had to survive off of..? Carefully picking up the fruit, he approached the huddled figure by the fire. And boy did it feel warm.. He shot a sideways glance to Ally and his eyes widened at the sight of him dozing off. Should he ask about the fruit as of now...? His gaze lingered on the drifting figure, his outline highlighted by the brightness of the fire. Had he really been uselesss..? His ears lowered.. Useless. A common adjective used to describe him. With a quick shake of his head, he pushed himself to walk back to the wagon to at least organize their food supply. Carefully placing the fruit in a separate satchel, he sighed in exhaustion. What he'd give to sleep by now... He was freezing, sore and an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion swept over him. He tends to overthink the longer he stays up and the last thing he *Needed* Was to think self-deprecating thoughts at mere morning! He hung his head low as his eyes slowly shut, he leaned against the wagon, well-aware he was still standing. How peaceful things were now.. But no matter how long he stood there, sleep did not come to him. He pushed himself off the wagon to remove the chest-plate of his uniform. The armour made his body ache but it just *Barely* Shielded him from the cold. No matter,he could always huddle by the fire. Not that Ally would notice by now... With a very slow removal of his armour,he sat down on the ground,observing the sleeping Breton across the blazing flames of the fire. *Maybe... He was an idiot.*
Sydney
Allister woke up to a sharp headache, his body chilled to the core. He hadn't meant to doze off but his body had forced him too, utterly worn- and still worn- from the night before. He grit his teeth and pushed himself up from the fur blankets, his eyes squeezed tightly, throwing the warm blankets off his worn and still bloodied body. At least he was dry now. *What time was it?* He cracked open his eyes and immediately hissed at the blinding light, a shock ran through his head and his eyes burned and he quickly shut his eyes and threw himself back under the blankets. Dammit! Although his eyes sensitivity was partly because he'd woken up, the patches of snow around them did no help and would make it more painful to look around then usual. He tossed under the blankets, ignoring the aches in his body. *What had even happened the night before?* He loosely tried to remembered but in an early morning daze he couldn't recall exact details- *The wagon broke, that idiot... Where was that idiot?* 
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He ignored his own discomfort, rubbing the patch of dried blood on his face as he went through his pockets under the blanket- continually getting tangled in the fabrics until he found a thin black veil in one of his pockets. He pulled it out, and once more struggled as he wrapped it around his head and covered his eyes before he threw the blanket off and looked around, stretching his arms out and yawning. He looked around, easily seeing through the veil that acted like a little shade from the sun, for his 'companion'. He didn't initially want to fall asleep last night in case he stole something and ran but would that really be a bad thing? He gave up his search as soon as his initial scan of the camp ended without noticing him, and he pushed himself agonizingly to his feet. Apart from the dull head ache his body still hurt- not as bad as yesterday because of the potion which had quickly restored his sapped energy and started healing the wounds already, and he wasn't going to complain now since after he ate he would use some restoration magic. Ally got up and unhooked his cloak which was latched with a silver pin under the tight neckace he was still wearing, and then he took that off too, throwing them both in a little pile next to the dead fire. The day was warmer then yesterday at least, and his black clothes would keep him warm enough for now. Allister shook his head and glanced around real quick looking for Dava, his ears pricking at the sound of the river rumbling by on his right, and the sound of morning birds. It seemed generally peaceful compared to last night. With a yawn he made his way over to Blitz's cage to check on his little companion, moving the curtain aside so he could look at

The little white bird. He'd cut up some meat for her then feed himself first, then wash up and finish healing himself (he still looked like a mess, loose bandages dangling off his arms and blood still smeared on parts of his body, and his hair was wild, silver strands mixing with ginger ones; he'd passed out before he could take care of any of that.) hopefully before Dava showed up. He really wasn't in the mood for another fight so if he could just wake up a bit first maybe he'd be ready to deal with him if he came back. Or maybe he was there and the tired Ally didn't notice.
Anita
Walking back after a quick dip in the freezing river, he spotted the soft outline of the Breton near the god-forsaken bird. *Ugh.. They were meant for each other.* He walked back with just his pants hanging off his waist and while he didn't particularly like the cold, he wasn't about to start today off by complaining. It was certainly warmer than it had been the night before but he simply ran his bandaged hand through his wet hair, attempting to tousle it to its usual style. He felt *Much* Better despite the lack of rest he couldn't receive. He approached Ally with a puzzled expression... He must've just woken up due to his disheveled appearance. "Morning, sedura. How'd ya sleep? You crashed pretty hard last night, y'know." He muttered with a small smile, might as well try to be kind despite the events that all happened yesterday. By all means, he was still a stuck-up jerk but.. After doing a lot of thinking throughout the night, *Maybe,* Just *Maybe* He escalated things just as much as Ally had. *Not that he would willingly admit that.* 

He was carrying his satchel filled with several various berries and a bowl of fresh water, heading over to the wagon to place both items down gently. "If I were you, I'd get cleaned up, helps with the wounds." His voice was soft and slurred almost, his accent being thick with exhaustion. With further observation, he clearly hadn't slept one wink as his movements were much slower. He reached for another satchel, tossing it in Ally's general direction. Within there were more rolls of bandages and even a health potion! "There, while you were asleep, I salvaged a lot of your things and even crafted a health potion for you. Might help with that headache."
Sydney
Ally clicked his tongue and tapped his fingers on the cold metal bars, Blitz's speckled wings stirring and her head popping up to look at him with yellow eyes. *At least he still had one friend around.* He unclipped the cage and stretched out his arm, the bird with all her little chirps and cricks spreading her wings and fluttering to his arm, quickly climbing up his shoulder into Ally's mane of hair. He winced as he claws pinched his skin but didn't make any complaints- usually she was more feisty if he didn't let her out the night before but he just assumed they were both too exhausted to start their friendly banter. He closed his eyes and reached up, pressing two fingers into her feathers and stroking the birds back as she hopped around on his shoulder- wincing as she suddenly shrieked in his ear. 

Allister turned his sleepy amber gaze up, tapping the bird in the beak as if to tell her to shut up. Her wings spread and she leaned over on Ally's shoulder, her head turned to Dava- clearly she didn't have a pleasant thought about him either. *Gosh, wasn't Dava freezing?* He found himself looking him up and down- maybe focusing a bit too hard- with the same icy glare he always had, his eyes squinting, but he didnt say anything after the last time he tried to "Boss" Dava around and simply shrugged it off, turning his attention to Blitz as she pecked at the little veil around his eyes, searching for attention. 

He didn't want to start of the day badly, surprisingly sharing that common opinion with Dava.
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**"I'm not going to dunk myself in freezing water-"** He muttered half-heartedly, glancing around for a pot. Perhaps he could fix up the fire and heat up some water and use that? It'd be easier to wip off any dried blood and he could heat up some extra water to make something, just plain snowberries didn't seem satisfactory- plus he could heat up one of Blitz's frozen rats! Maybe he could make a soup out of it? Snowberries, those could help them against the cold, rat chunks for protein, and maybe he could see what other berries Dava had picked and slice up some of the fruit he still had! He snapped his fingers in delight as he thought to himself- actually smiling at the prospect of food.

Feeling a spring in his step he caught the bag without complaint, shrugging gently- **"*Perfect.* Did you get any of those pots you threw? We can make a quick little stew for breakfast, eh?"** He murmured- his voice much softer and soothing then before when he was angry. He downed the potion without complaint before bending down to gather some rogue twigs and working on reigniting the fire, Blitz crawling onto his back to look at Dava- hopefully if she decides to attack Ally would be able to grab her beforehand.
Anita
Raising an eyebrow at the sudden change in attitude, he wasn't necessarily complaining. Dava silently rummaged around in the wagon, before extending his hand clutching the small, metal pot that was obviously washed earlier within the day. "Wouldn't you know it, it's the same pot you painted with my blood." He remarked slyly, his friendly smile shifting into a smug smirk. "But if you're cooking, by all means. I organized what supplies we had in the satchel, though I'd ration it—it's not much." He simply shrugged, not having any qualms or things to nit-pick about Ally's sudden change in demeanor. If he wanted to make stew, by all means, he could do whatever he pleases. 

The more he thought about the prospect of food, the more his mouth suddenly watered. When was the last time he ate...? Counting the number of fingers on his injured hand, he... Forgot. It certainly was over four... Days? That wasn't... Bad...? His stomach growled rather loudly, causing his ears to lower in slight embarrassment. "Stew does sound kinda nice..." He mumbled, after walking towards the slight snuffed out fire. "Though you might need to start this fire back up, Sedura. It's kinda out.. I tried to keep it lit but I also didn't want to wake you up." Maybe he should retrieve more firewood? This morning wasn't... Too bad. He didn't understand why he was so afraid at the aspect of Ally waking up. They were... Surprisingly getting along. Would it last...?? Sneaking a glance towards Ally, he quickly turned away. Well, the faster they could get along and work together, the faster he could get some sleep in the wagon. Assuming if they get the wagon fixed... He did retrieve all the wheels last night so technically, they could repair the wheels! He sat down by the snuffed fire, leaning his head back, basking in sleep deprivation. *What he wouldn't give for something to eat and long nap afterwards..* He didn't have the energy to question why Ally was wearing such weird eye apparel. Not that it mattered.
Sydney
Ally rolled his eyes but took the pot anyways, placing it beside the fireplace. How was he going to do this? He lost his cooking supplies apart from the pots. He wondered what he could find in the wreckage. He stood up and walked over to the wagon, leaning down and bopping Blitz on her foot so she'd jump down and sit on the wagon instead while he cooked- but the bird seemed to have other plans when she flapped her wings and took off into the air towards the river. He rustled around I what was left in the back of the wagon and what Dava had brought back,perking at the sight of wheels and other items he thought were missing. His hand momentarily grazed the broken necklace before he got distracted by what he was searching for. He pulled out one of those stands you could hang pots on and before he went back over to the fire grabbed a few pieces of wood he found lying around. He stumbled back to the fire and wasted no time in igniting it, testing his hand by using a small fire spell to get it going. It still hurt and was weak but once he ate he should have enough strength! 

As Ally gripped the pot and set everything up he spoke, **"We'll hunt later so we'll be fine, there's lots of snowberries around here too, so in any case we won't starve."** He thought, blinking up at the sky. His bow, he wondered if that fell out of the wagon... In any case his spear would work fine if he was careful enough. In no time Ally was ready to begin cooking. He poured the water into the pot, before stringing two rats up by their tails to thaw besides it before going to gather more ingredients.

As far as Dava knew the rats were for the bird- but Ally had other plans. He poked through the wagon and pulled out snowberries, two apples, and the other scarce berries Dava had brought back. *This wasn't much...* Ally vanished for a moment behind the cart before coming back with some mountain flowers that were nearly shriveled up and dry. His eyes momentarily grazed over the horse feed but this should be enough. He set the supplies down before plopping down next to the fire, patiently waiting for the water to heat up. After separating some of the water from the main batch he began to slice up the apples and when the water began to boil he dumped them in, and then he added handfuls of smashed snowberries into the mix, before sprinkling the crushed little flowers in. It didn't smell bad but was basically just a watery thing of plants, not very nutritious- that would change after he added in the rats, the main ingredient. He leaned forward and pinched their pudgy bellies before deciding they were thawed enough and pulled them off the rack. He took out the dagger he'd used earlier to knock Dava out- blood still on the hilt- and sliced the rats bellies open and pulled off the pelts. He then began to separate the bones from the other parts of the rats and split the pile of meat and guts into two before dumping one of the piles into the soup with a loud '*Plush*'. Perfect!
Anita
Davaras leaned back to take in the warmth of the fire as it was started up again. He closed his eyes and listened to the stubborn Breton begin to set up his cooking station. What was he going to make..? He mentioned a stew but not that he thought about it, you couldnt make stew with.. Well... A bunch of fruit. Oh! What if he made jam! An apple jam with perhaps berries as a separate side to go along with it! He loved sweets.. He instinctively smiled as his imagination pondered. Oh a shame there wasnt any blue berries, those were his absolute favourite! He took in the sweet scent that was released from berries being smushed and crushed together and he couldn't help but widened his grin as imagined the delicious jam for after such a stressful night!Too bad it'll take the majority if not all the fruits to make the jam.Though, Ally didn't seem too concerned with the low supply of ingredients. 

Upon mentioning hunting,Davaras frowned slightly. Its not that he wasn't particularly against hunting but he would've preferred to have sweets and pastries over meat but he shouldn't complain. Especially not now, when their food was heavily limited.What would they even hunt in this frozen wasteland anyways..? Well if that's what Ally wanted, he couldn't oppose much to it."If you say so, Sedura.." 

Before having the opportunity to strike up a separate conversation, a terrible odor intertwined with the once sweet scent of berries.He immediately pulled his scarf over his nose as he grimaced bitterly. "Ugh... What is that?" He slowly sat up, beginning to peek at what atrocity was being cooked up over in Ally's little prepping station. His eyes widened at the sight of.. Rats?! ***What?!*** 

He immediately shot up, his eyes wide with disbelief with a repulsive feeling within his gut. "Are those rats?!" He questioned sickly, shooting a quick sideways glance to the direction of the wagon as if to check if it was the same frozen rats he purposefully separated from the rest of the food.
Sydney
The sour odor filled Ally's nostrils but he didn't mind! Perhaps the soup wasn't going to be heavenly but it would be effective. He used a stick to mix the meat and berries together, unsure where his mixing spoon had gone, peering over the bubbling pot. *There we go*, after the meat was cooked they'd be able to eat but Ally's stomach started to growl- *He really wanted food now.* He smiled to himself as though it were any other day, he often made random soups out of things he found, some even more atrocious then what he was creating now. Periodically he tried to make pies and sweets but he wasn't sure what to do, plus he always ended up burning them, or... Sometimes he'd wake up with a surprisingly full stomach in the middle of nowhere, we won't mention that. 

He looked at the other half of the meat and used the knife to fold it into a little pile. If Blitz didn't find something to eat on her adventure she could have the rest when she got back. 

Ally nearly jumped and snapped his head over to Dava as he jumped up, his eyes narrowing. *What?* Was something wrong? *What is that?* He glanced at the soup and blinked, **"Of course they are, what do you think? We need to get some protein from something."** He scoffed, rolling his amber eyes under the thin black cloth. Please tell him Dava wasn't going to make a fuss about this? **"Your not going to start getting upset because I'm *Cooking* Are you? Don't even start if you are!"**
Anita
Davaras stared wide-eyed at the chunks of rat that floated to the top of... Whatever broth Ally was hoping to create! Just looking at it made him sick! No way—was he going to have *Rat stew* For breakfast! 

"Protein? Hah! You call *That* Protein? Please tell me you're kidding, that... That *This* Isn't what you're planning on serving..?" His eyes quickly darted to Ally with almost a pleading look to them. As if pleading aloud, he sensed Ally was serious without even needing to hear the confirmation. He pinched the bridge of his nose before deciding to take action. He was hungry and if he was going to be stuck with this ungrateful prude, he might as well put a stop to this mess. Without waiting another moment to breath in that foul stench, he grabbed the pot handle and pulled it away from the stand. "I can't stand to witness anymore of *This."* With a pained grimance, he turned his head away as he walked towards the river, dumping the pot over, emptying its contents. "I feel nauseous just holding the pot.." He swiftly lowered the pot within the flowing water, thoroughly washing it out. He headed towards the wagon, wiping the pot clean with a cloth, gathering his own ingredients, luckily that *Culinary* Dunce didn't use up much of the fruit. 

Returning to the cooking set up, he gently pushed Ally aside, pointing sternly towards the opposite direction of the pot stand. "Go over there if you want to throw your temper tantrum, you'll be thankful later." And with that, he proceeded to ignore the Breton's presence as he tossed Ally's dagger and *Makeshift* Wooden branch behind him haphazardly. *Won't be needing those.* Dava spotted his own dagger beside his armour and made sure to wipe it profusely clean before cutting up the fruit swiftly and almost in a professional manner. He retrieved the bowl of water he had set out before to pour into the pot. Finally.. A small smile graced his lips as he effortlessly crushed the berries. Now hopefully Ally can step aside..
Sydney
Ally's eyes narrowed and he swung his hand up in exasperation, was Dava serious?! He rolled his eyes and mixed the stew, there were better things but this definitely didn't look that bad- sure, *Maybe* It stank! He pulled his eyes away from Dava and scoffed, **"We have limited food supplies don't tell me your complaining. Unless you want to go find something else, you have no right to complain!"** He muttered, his body stiffening as Dava walked over, his head slowly turning. No! What was he doing?! Ally reached out his hand for the pot but nearly burned himself in the process. **"Hey! Don't throw that out!"** He snarled, crossing his arms. What was Dava planning to do? He wasn't going to dump that out? He felt sickened as he watched Dava dump it out in the river, sadness replacing his anger- what? He didn't really just dump that out!? His ears drooped and he blinked, nervously rubbing his hands together. Even if Dava didn't want that he did! Couldn't they have saved it! His nose twitched when Dava came back and he didn't register Dava was there until he was shoved. Without taking any of his items he scrambled to his feet and gave Dava a sickened glare.**"I can't believe you just wasted that, ugh!"** 

And with that he was set on completely ignoring Dava this time. He snatched up the small thing of warm water he'd left out for himself and marched over to the wagon, huffing and puffing about wasted food. He couldn't believe that idiot just dumped all that! That could have lasted them for a while! He shot Dava a side glare as he sat down on the wagon, a sharp snap heard. He turned his eyes from Dava, despair glittering in them. *All that wasted food*, he grumbled to himself. 
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Since he wasn't eating anymore and his meal had been wasted I guess he could just skip to the part where he cleaned himself. He reached into a lone back under the wagon, immediately recognizing it from the pungent scent of flowers. He pulled out a small cloth, a comb, and a vile of soap. He spent the rest of the time pressing warm water and scrubbing himself with the flowers soap, even trying to rub some of the blood off his clothes. He searched through the bag, moving the black cloth so he was able to smear red paint under his eyes before letting the cloth drift back over his face. *Now for his hair*. He looked at the matted mess, at least this would be a good distraction from the water food. He began to meticulously pull the silver strands of his hair to the front and used the comb to start brushing out clumps, and if he ran into blood used the warm water to get that out. But he couldn't stop his eyes from wandering over to Dava in interest, his nose twitching as the smell of berries filled his mouth, if he could create something tasty... Then... *Oh!* Wasted food was wasted food! 

Pretty soon Ally was almost done cleaning himself up, clumping his red hair together into a little bun and letting the white strands flow over his shoulder. He used magic to heal the worst of the aches that the potions earlier had missed and felt strength flow once more into his body- but he still felt weakened by his angry stomach. He looked over at Dava and leaned back agaisnt the wood, instead opting to watch him- this better be good especially after he wasted Ally's food!
Anita
Pleasantly watching Ally turn away sourly, he continued on smushing the berries with the hilt of his *Clean* Dagger. He shuddered as he recalled Ally using the bloody dagger to cook! How desperate do you have to be to do something as repulsive as that? If he recalled correctly.. Wasn't he the one who threw a huge tantrum over the fact he bandaged his broken wrist after getting into that brawl? Complaining about other people's blood and all? Pfft, now that was hypocritical.. He smiled to himself as he separated the freshly pounded berries from the drained juice. And carefully, he poured the drained, pulpy juice into the boiling water as he continued to ground the drained berries together. Finally added the drained berries within the pot, he glanced around for something to stir with. After a moment, he decided upon using the same dagger to stir, it was odd but it was clean and certainly not some pathetic branch! By Vivec, he couldn't stand to remember such a crime as that Breton attempting to cook...

Hastily returning to the wagon, he ignored Ally's cleaning session to dig through the satchel of fruit he had brought back, and well... These berries were meant for their travels but since this repulsive, barbaric lunatic wanted to create something horrific, they were low on fruit. He retrieved the berries and dumped them carelessly within the pot, taking in the sweet aroma. He cleaned his dagger yet again with the cloth, turning his attention to the apples he luckily saved from that maniac. He sliced them very quickly, to anyone that wasn't used to being in the kitchen, they'd probably lose a finger but not Dava!Slicing the apple in mere seconds,he set it aside in a separate bowl. His gaze returned to the pot and a grin appeared on his lips as the jam began to appear foamy, but just as thick and creamy as needed! He removed the pot as he reached for two separate bowls to divide the jam up between. He carefully decorated the top of the jam with snowberries. *"Done."*
Sydney
Thankfully he'd finished cleaning only a little before Dava- he was in the right mood, hungry and feeling better after his little pampering session, where he sat at the edge of the wagon and swooned. *Not over Dava, over the food and the way he was preparing it.* All previous arguments could be lost, was he really cooking this expertly? Even for a thief this was impressive and almost mesmerizing to watch! Ally was melting over the smell, the foaming scent of berries and fruits flowing through his nose. 

When he saw Dava start to divide the jam up he quietly hopped down from the wagon- maybe he was stubborn but he was no fool! Plus food was his biggest weakness, even if his greatest enemy offered him food and then insulted him the entire time he'd still be in a good mood!- anyways he realized that he was practically starving! He nodded his head firmly, they could have a truce so they could both enjoy this meal, actually it didn't matter, he wouldn't engage with Dava's nonsense he would just enjoy the food. He crept up behind Dava to admire- looking like a new man both physically and in emotion, his cold gaze perked with interest and didn't hold any aggression as he looked over Dava's shoulder at the bowls. 

When he caught Dava's eye as he pronounced he was finally finished he gave him a nod of *Acknowledgement*, plopping down on the ground hastily next to his friend. *Until the meal was over.* And without a single word picked up the bowl in both his hands and admired the presentation of the food for a moment, his eyes glittering. The last time he ate must have been one hundred days ago after looking at this! **"Im surprised but have no complaints at the outcome of this situation-"** He promptly murmured, **"Your efforts are... Much obliged"**
Anita
He nearly jumped noticing that little creep behind him but he seemed rather... Content? Davaras carefully followed Ally to sit down and before he could even take in his jam's presentation—his ears caught the words. *The words of surrender.* 

*Ohohoho,* Was this him being *Appreciative?* Davaras decided to bask in this victory. His signature sly smirk creeped upon his lips as he gazed at Ally expectantly. "Is that your way of saying *'thank you?'"* He snickered, taking in the sweet scent of his jam and victory in such a few words. "You know, a proper thanks would be if you thanked me in my own language, *Juohn."* He carefully lifted the bowl to his lips, slipping the hot, frothy jam. It was really sweet and even the snowberries added a sweet, cold contrast to the hot, smooth jam! "Much better than your *Rat stew,* Wouldn't you agree?" He lowered the bowl, feeding into the urge to continue teasing the Breton beside him. "If you want, I can let you recreate your stew for later if you hate the jam." The smug smirk only widened as he knew that Ally would never in a million years, try to recreate such an atrocity. Especially not after this! He had to hand it to himself—he still is plenty resourceful! How's that for *Useless!* He continued to down his bowl as he would occasionally stop to pluck an apple slice from a separate bowl meant for the both of them. Even the apple slices were cut to perfection! All still fresh from being cut within a mere minute! *"So...?"* He prompted, awaiting Ally's confirmation that, *Dava, was indeed, not an idiot, buffoon, nitwit, and he was very, very appreciative of this meal rather than his repulsive rat stew.*
Sydney
Allister scoffed, he was going to have a nice meal, he wasn't going to feed into Dava's ego! He brought the bowl to his mouth, drinking in the sweet smell before pushing it against his mouth and tilting the bowl back. It didn't take him long until he'd downed the *Entire* Bowl. It was so sweet! So delicious! So rich! And warm! It was perfect! He loved it so much! He hadn't eaten something like this in forever! He smiled rather contently, licking the remnants in the bowl much like a dog. For a "Noble" He really lacked proper manners. As soon as he had finished polishing the bowl clean he looked at Dava and raised the bowl up towards him much like a child, a splash of jam smeared on his cheek. 

For being such a cold a$$ this entire time it probably would of surprised Dava to see a glitter of happiness in his eyes. Ally wasn't a complete barbarian, he knew when he was eating good food and was happy about it! **"I will admit you skills are better then expected!"** He murmured, careful with his wording. He was still dealing with the thief that broke his wagon, he couldn't be too kind now. But for saving them from hunger, he hated it, but perhaps Dava deserved it just for this food. Plus Ally already knew he was going to force him to make more food in the future! It was almost lunch time, wasn't it? **"Johun"** He mumbled, turning over the words in his head, rubbing his chin gently... Oh please, maybe he was being too kind now! 

He forced his gaze away and set the bowl down with a little plop, he was still hungry and could go for more food but... Ally shook his head and grumbled. **"Just because you can cook don't expect me to let you off for my wagon! Anyways put your damn shirt on and let's get to work, I might be able to fix the wheels depending on how bad *You* Broke them."**
Anita
Pausing to reach for an apple slice, his movements ceased when he watched Ally down the whole bowl in just a minute! He was visibly taken aback as he sworn he saw a smile! *A smile!* And he even began licking the bowl! Dava let out a small chuckle at the odd and rare sight just beside him. He finished his bowl, before gathering his and Ally's dishes, stacking them together and setting them aside onto the ground. "Of course my skills are better than expected! What, just because I'm a thief I shouldn't know how to be resourceful?" He questioned skeptically, a smile still present on his face. He wasn't going to point up the smeared jam on Ally's cheek just yet! It would be rather hilarious to watch how long the lunatic could go without noticing. 

*"Juohn."* He corrected, taking pride in for the mispronouncation. "But after this—" He reached out his arms above his head, stretching his aching muscles and let out a soft yawn. "I could use a nap." He got to his feet, grabbing the dishes alongside him to wash within the river. He was beyond content! His jam was delicious and even better, that prude thanked him for it! He snickered as he snuck a glimpse of the jam that was still smeared on Ally's face. As he collected the clean dishes, he returned back to the wagon, still chuckling about how silly Ally looked. He couldn't even take him seriously with that jam smeared on his cheek! 

With a quick hop onto the wagon bed, he laid on his back, basking in the sun as he extended his arms behind his head. Closing his eyes, he remarked with a sultry grin; "Well, whaddya waiting for? The wagon wheels aren't going to fix themselves, Sedura." He let out another mischievous snicker, feeling the intense glare that was about to be shot at him in mere seconds.
Sydney
If only Dava was more resourceful. But in any case maybe he got stuck with the right person, good thing he didn't kill Dava? Maybe... Ally kicked his lips, noticing the sweet flavor that was still on his face. He used his finger to wipe the remains off his cheek and into his mouth as Dava went to start the dishes. What were they going to have for lunch, dinner? He pondered in his head, rabbit? He was sure there were some around here... Or squirrel? Unless he was lucky enough to catch a deer their next meal would rely on those small rodents. Allister shook his head and grumbled, why was he thinking about that already? He shot Dava a glare and rolled his amber eyes at the smile on his face. Maybe that was a good meal but he couldn't forget what this idiot did. **"All I was saying was it was unexpected- don't let that get to you head."** He muttered, hauling himself to his feet and turning away from Dava as he went over to the river. 

He instead quickly busied himself and walked over to the wagon to begin an inspection on just how bad the damage was. Honestly the wheels were in pretty good shape! Only one was broken and the break could be easily fixed as long as he could find the right piece of wood. The front was totalled but the only thing that mattered was getting it to move so they could get to the next city.

He breathed, thank goodness the damage wasn't worse! All that needed to be done was the wheels being put on... Let's see, he needed to make a bar to replace this one... And he needed to see if he could find some of the missing screws, he just needed to fix the center of this one... And *Ah!* He snapped back when the wagon shook as a heavy weight swung it, Ally scowled and clenched his teeth- almost forgetting his joy after the meal as he glared at Dava. He didn't blame Dava if he needed a nap but if he was going to be this rude-! **"Get your ass off the wagon, I can't fix it with your on here!"** He snapped, walking to the wagons edge and looking at Dava with his glare- which had one again returned. **"If your really that tired you should've slept last night- *Ugh*- just go take a nap if you need one over there; find somewhere, *Anywhere*, just away from here."** 

He signalled with a flick of his finger to the blankets Ally had slept on last night, his cloak and necklace still spread out over the blankets. Why would he even want to sleep on the wagon? *Ugh*, he was probably doing it just to annoy him!
Anita
Following the direction of his finger over to the pile of blankets, it did look better than the bed of the wagon... Hm. He shrugged, and had compliantly gotten up and waltzed over to the little setup Ally was referring to. With a quick grab of the blankets, he dropped them along the floor of the wagon as he climbed back in the wagon bed, laying down with a loud, obnoxious sigh of relief. "You're right, why sleep in the cold, rough wooden bed of the wagon when I can just make it comfortable enough for me to nap on? *You're a genius, sedura."* He grinned after his little remark, clearly proud of himself for managing to retrieve the blankets before Ally could stop him. "Besides, why would I sleep over there, when you could easily pack up and leave like when you left me tied against that tree?" His grin was replaced with a childish pout, frowning at the memory of having to untie himself ~~effortlessly~~ to track down Ally. Of course, it wasn't a grueling hunt, it took him mere minutes to find his wagon and Ally upon, but he huffed dramatically. 

"But after you're done fixing the wagon wheels, you can just pop them back on with no problem—and we can get a move on—all while *I* Nap right here as *You* Pull the wagon to the next town!" He let out an obnoxious snicker, trying his best not to snort. Watching Ally's face twitch with agitation and annoyance was amusing. Was he ruining the peaceful morning they had momentarily..? *Well...*
*Not intentionally...*

He peeked a glimpse at Ally, as if remembering something. "What's wrong with the wheels anyways? I couldn't quite see what was the matter with them when I went to collectively gather them together." He leaned his head back nonchalantly, his eyes darting between each of the clouds that were spaced out throughout the sky. He was only messing with Ally, getting on his nerves was only for his amusement but.. He groaned dramatically the prospect of getting up to be productive!
Sydney
Was he really going away? Ally groaned and shook his head before crouching down next to one of the wheels and counting the screws. One- two- three- it was missing a few, they might be hard to track down in the snow. Wait, there was a few on the ground. He picked them up and was looking for something to push up the wagon so he could slide it on when the wagon lurched. He slid backwards and looked at Dava, a menacing glare flashing though the thin fabric on his face. What? What was he drawling on about? His face twisted in anger and he stood up, disbelief echoing in his voice, **"You know what, *Why don't you fix the wheels once your done with your nap*, I'm suddenly not in the mood."** He snarled. Ally simultaneously picked up a rock off the ground, clutching it's cold skin with his fingers before pelting it as hard as he could at Dava's face. He wanted to pick up another one, or hit Dava as hard as possible. **"You think this is going to be a quick fix or something?!"** He snapped, his voice quickly escalating with irritation. **"You know what, I'm not going to even try with you at this point!"** 

Screw the wagon! Screw Dava! He clenched his teeth and glanced at the broken wheels- oh, he was doing nothing until Dava got up to help! You know what- maybe he'd just find something to do for the rest of his morning. He really needed to get his mind off things, *Especially this now*. And he didn't want to waste a full stomach on being irritated. His eyes were drawn to a sparkle and he noticed the necklace- you know what, there! He lunged forward acting as though he were about to hit Dava but swiped up the necklace before turning and marching away. **"Whenever your done with you *Nap* We can start the work. Hurry up, you've got till lunch."**

He turned his back to him and walked over to the fire before sitting down on the cold ground, pulling the necklace up to his face, *Idiot!* Was he going to keep messing with Ally like this? He actually liked him for a second there!