Anita
Ow! The rock hit his cheek rather harshly—especially against the bruise he must've already had from the night before... He frowned, wincing as he rubbed his irritated cheek. What stick was lodged up his ass...? Didn't he just make him breakfast? Well... Dava *Did* Go out of his way to purposely annoy him... But not to have a stone thrown at him! He let out a loud, annoying groan before laying back down to throw his scarf completely over his face. It's too late to suddenly change his mind and decide to help.That would earn him more than just a stone to his face—probably the same bloodied pot he had just cooked with!Slowly pulling the scarf down, he stared up at the sky.Could he even sleep..?He attempted to shut his eyes but an all too familar feeling welled up within him.His mind kept racing with more and more thoughts of what to do but he just couldn't sleep!He was so utterly exhausted but all he could do is whine and groan about it childishly.After lazily laying there,he finally found it within himself to hop off the wagon bed.Maybe he should apol—*No... Compromise, yes.* To *Compromise* With him in order to get him to fix the wagon wheels. Dava couldn't trust himself to fix such a thing—mechanics weren't his thing.It all was too complex and it scrambled his mind! He strolled over to take a look at the wagon wheels and noted how scattered the screws were among the snow."I'm done with my nap..!"He called out but after a heavy moment of silence, he figured to just repeat himself. "Hello? You can come back over now!" But again.Silence.He snapped his head over his shoulder to glare at this prude!Was he being ignored?

Reluctantly approaching the hunched over red-head,he plopped down right beside him as he glanced over to what he was doing.. He had the necklace between his fingers,seemingly analyzing it. Suddenly blurting out; "So... It was your daughter's..?" He peered over, a lot closer than he beckoned was necessary but curiosity was beginning to eat at his mind!
Sydney
He looked at the necklace and focused in on that, turning the ruby bird in his hands to take in all the damage done to it- this was a worthy thing to take up his time and distract him from that monstrous brat over there. Plus Filly only deserved to have it fixed- it wasn't her fault he'd so recklessly got into a fight and broke it. *Dava broke it.* His ears twitched as he heard Dava but he was going to make a point and completely block him out! Ally turned the necklace until the ruby was facing upwards, glittering in the sunlight. *An easy fix, an easy fix... And this would be his warm-up to get him in the mood to fix the wagon.* But now that he thought, perhaps this wasn't the right thing to grab, looking at it made him more sickened with sadness.

Stubbornly, he completely zoned out everything around him, trying to bar himself into one little spot- making a point to especially tune out Dava. He was going to give the napping man no attention. But the more he ignored his surroundings, the more he was consumed by negative thoughts. He'd decided he was going to fix the necklace but instead gazed blankly at the ruby bird, his brows furrowing in thought. He remembered when he first had the idea of making the necklace and giving it to Filomena- how upset she had been that day. He pictured her bright, night blue eyes trembling with fear and sorrow, looking at him with tears in her sweet gaze, asking him why he and Raven were fighting again... *Ugh*, just, he didn't even have an answer for the little girl now! He twitched and shook his head, hearing her sweet little voice teasing him. 'I don't want you to fight'. What would she think after he once again fought over the necklace with Dava? He wondered if she'd ask him the same thing, *If it was really worth fighting for.*

He'd given the necklace to her because of how guilty he'd been after that conversation.

It seemed to have brightened her spirits a little bit when he presented her with the meticulously crafted piece and gave her a sweet apology. From that day on she always wore it proudly on her chest. Even now he could see it bouncing, and glittering in the sunlight as she ran around the forge while he was working- oh, she really had loved this necklace. 

He had unintentionally- though successfully- completely zoned *Everything* Out. He snapped out of his thoughts with a quick jolt as he realized Dava was next to him, suddenly remembering his intentions to ignore the filthy thief. Wasn't he taking a nap? Why was he over here? Ally was being kind in letting him take his damn nap and now that he wasn't able to annoy Ally he purposely came over here to pick a fight? He huffed, giving him an icy glare as he twisted his body away from him, hunching over the necklace to hide it from the thief but was uncomfortable. Too well aware of the eerie presence of Dava. Anyways- to fix this... Hm, without his tools or the proper equipment he needed to be careful when he bent the metal back...
Anita
Davaras sat beside him, staring at Ally as he disappeared into his own little world. Was he...*Purposefully* Ignoring him...? Davaras leaned forward to try to catch Ally's gaze but it remained locked in on the ruby centerpiece of the necklace. "..Sedura..?" He questioned cautiously, but he was faced with silence. His ears drooped a little and all of his thoughts of pestering Ally disappeared in that instant. "...Are you alright..?" He muttered, briefly reaching out to touch his shoulder—obviously he wasn't dead but... He was seriously beginning to freak Dava out. 

His hand immediately retracted when Ally regained his focus and jolted away from him. Was he alright? What had been wrong? He didn't mean to spook him in that moment but—what was racing through that mind of his? With a sharp glare shot at him, he moved away from him! The audacity! A scorn replacing his once concerned expression. He watched Ally turn away from him and he couldnt believe he was *Still* Refusing to answer him! 

"Come on." Nothing. 
"Are you seriously ignoring me?" Silence. 
"Is this about earlier...?" He asked meakly, the silent treatment was beginning to find a way under his skin!
"Okay, fine—I'm sorry! There I said it!" His ears continued to lower as his childish glare melted into a softened pout. "Sedura... I already apologized! I'll be helpful! Honest!" When he was met with a continuous silence, he threw his head back, his hands grasping at his hair in utter annoyance! This was bothering him to no end! "Can you please stop ignoring me?! I'm sorry! I mean it! I'll help—I just wanted to tease you earlier!" He continued to ramble excessively, scooting closer to peer over Ally's shoulder. "This is driving me mad—I can't stand being ignored like this any longer! Im begging you, please just say something!" He hopelessly whined, groaning when the silence enveloped around him and he clutched his face with agitation.
Sydney
He slouched down more, squeezing his body together and curling his lip as he pushed out the voice of Dava... *His oh so annoying voice.* He looked at the necklace and tugged on one of the golden leaves, perhaps if he heated it up in water- given the cold temperature- he could bend it back. He scratched his head and tried to figure out exactly what was bent wrong, getting more and more frustrated- he couldn't get Filly out of his head and the mixture of her voice and Dava's was becoming infuriating! He gave Dava a cold look and got to his feet, his ears twitching back. He quickly pocketed the necklace and rolled his eyes before moving away, giving no reaction to his apology. Apologize all he wants it didn't change the fact that he was annoying. Ally got one of the bowls and filled it with some water before bringing it over to the fire and setting it on the cooking rack, dropping the necklace in it. 

It was starting to become amusing just how desperate Dava wanted attention- was he really getting that worked up. Ally gave him a stoic expression and stayed silent to see just how far he could take this. Did he just find a weapon against Dava? He cocked a brow and curled his lip, turning his gaze to the necklace before sitting down opposite to Dava. He didn't look at him but instead peered at the ground, still trying to work through his thoughts. He shouldn't think of that now- not in this situation. Usually he didn't have to worry about spacing out like that, if he really got upset he was on his own to deal with it and was perfectly fine with that- but with Dava around... If he risked getting upset he was certain this idiot would twist things against Ally. He felt a sudden need to want to get away from him and go back down south. **"I'm busy. Do you need something?"**

He snapped, gazing at Dava with a cold glare, adjusting the thin veil around his eyes so he could get a better look. Maybe he could get Dava to go look for screws or wood... With the promise of talking to him again after the task was completed?
Anita
He gaze followed Ally as he proceeded to fix the necklace. Something was clearly upsetting him but he just couldn't shake the feeling of being ignored away! He continued to plead with his *'I'm sorry's'* And *'I'll do anything's'—* It was all childish but the silent treatment could always successfully bother him and make him writhe in utter annoyance. However when he snapped rather rudely towards Dava, *Finally speaking—* He instantly perked up. "It's about time!" Before he could continue with another sarcastic follow-up, he paused, taking in the change in his attitude. Not that he cared but... Shifting his gaze to the ground, it occurred to him that the necklace always changed something about him.. Should he question him about it..? He bit his tongue, unsure of what to say now that Ally was *Actually* Speaking to him. "Well... If you're going to fix her necklace, I can help. I... I did break it after all." He mumbled the last bit of his sentence beneath his breath. Something within his tone was strangely genuine and any annoying urges and childish mannerisms were dissolved into a more serious and genuine demeanor as he shifted to catch Ally's gaze so he wouldn't space out again. "I can hear you thinking—what's got you stuck up there?" He attempted to smile as he pointed to his own forehead as if to gesture to Ally's. "But ignoring my bullshit from earlier, what's going through your head? You're spacing out and just.. Not all there, y'know?" He asked with a slight awkward laugh. Glancing upon the ground again, one question darted around his head. Ally had been so torn upon getting the necklace back and all throughout the day before, they went back and forth over it! The Breton seemed to change into a sorrowful mood when the necklace was a topic of discussion or even brought to his attention—but why? It was his daughter's— *A gift for her no less* — but why was it in his possession if it belonged to *Her?* 

*"Where is she now?"*
Sydney
*'Where is she now?'*

He had to bite back a snarl, the pure despair in his heart becoming unbearable for a brief moment. He didn't even know Dava's name and he really thought he could ask that question? It even sounded like he *Cared* For a moment? Did the silent treatment really make Dava that desperate to talk as if they were old buddies? And were Ally's emotions that obvious? Did he really look that miserable? For a moment he didn't snap anything, almost believing the genuine look behind Dava's eyes but quickly returned that look with a glare- a glare that would've told Dava he'd pushed it too far. **"Trust me. I can fix it on my own, you've done nothing but break things ever since we met, I can't imagine the necklace after you try to help fix it."** He snorted, rolling his eyes and looking at the water which was slowly starting to heat up.

I mean... Why was Dava becoming so confusing? He wasn't sure if he was trying to care about Ally or kill him. I mean he made the meal and asked a question- but that question was way out of line. Especially after he tried all this different stuff with Ally. He painfully looked at the necklace, trying to distract himself but now that Dava had mentioned where Filomena was he couldn't stop his mind from going off in a thousand different directions. At this point, if he was alone, he'd probably be screaming, crying, and ranting to Blitz but he couldn't do that. Filomena wasn't anywhere! She was dead! She always talked about becoming an astrologist, helping out with the sick, or maybe even a jewelry maker but she wasn't because of him! Dava didn't know just how close he was to letting out a cry and going off- it took a lot of self control to sit there and look at Dava. But his glare spoke enough of the despair he felt at the question.
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**"You really don't know when enough is enough. You think you have the right to ask that question?"** He snapped, standing up and nearly knocking over the pot of heating water. **"She's nowhere, idiot, and least nowhere you need to know or God's knows what you'll do! Anyways if your over your bullshit let's get the wagon fixed since we're both up now!"** His response was irrational and Ally knew this- but something about Dava asking about her made him sorrowful, furious, and guilty all at the same time. *Why was he so complicated? Ally couldn't figure out his motivations!* **"I'll finish this later"**
Anita
He... Definitely struck a nerve... 

He witnessed various emotions flash behind that glare but he only remained still as Ally snapped in his fit of rage. He stared almost emotionlessly at Ally, waiting for the moment him finally turned away. Davaras' gaze slowly trailed towards the boiling pot, as he stood up silently, the sight of the necklace capturing his gaze. His eyes lingered on the ruby bird centerpiece that laid at the bottom of the pot. The longer his eyes lingered, his expression gradually softened.. Had he pushed it too far? Was she no longer...? Without finishing that thought, it didn't need to be said for it to be a confirmation. He silently approached the wagon, deciding it was better if he remained quiet. He didn't want to upset Ally any further than he already had. The tension that was present in atmosphere was heavy and deafening. The silence made Dava uncomfortable, an uneasy reminder that he pushed it too far. He was only trying to show concern... It wasn't as if he wanted to hurt him! He was simply wondering the history behind the very necklace that led them both to where they are at this very moment. He kneeled down beside the carriage, gathering the many screws that were buried within the snow.Now should he speak?He caused so much harm in words alone—would it really be wise to open his mouth yet again? But he felt as if he couldn't breathe. His breathing suddenly sounded loud to him as he uncomfortably clutched the screws within the palm of his hand. What should he do? Ally seemed to be distracted, most likely returning to the mess that was occupying him formly. But if he was *Anything* Like Dava when he's lost within his own thoughts.. Perhaps a distraction was what he needed! He mentally braced himself for any reaction from the man he had just pissed off.The last thing he wanted to do was chase Ally away after that stunt he just pulled.Breathlessly placing the screws and bolts besides the wheels,he breathed out; "It's Davaras." His name.
Sydney
He watched with a dark amber glare as Dava went towards the wagon, his brows slowly lowering. The quiet seized him in it's claws and he looked around nervously, was Dava actually being quiet? Did that work? He shook his head and sat back down- it didn't matter but as long as Dava was quiet. He groaned silently to himself, looking at the ground as he waited for the water to heat up. He couldn't get the picture of Dava's look out of his head, that slight caring- almost genuine sparkle in his eyes... Had he overreacted? For once Dava hadn't been annoying- just curious- and now he had backed off and wasn't speaking? 

Ally nearly burrowed into himself as he thought, his mind in too many places at once to concentrate right now. This was ridiculous! He wouldn't be in this situation right now if it were for Dava and he didn't have a right to ask him that, not after he broke the very thing he'd been mulling over for years! He snapped his head to the water and reached in to pick up the necklace. The water wasn't hot enough to burn but it still wasn't comfortable, and when he touched the hot metal a sting erupted on the tips of his fingers. He yanked the necklace out with a splash and dropped it in his lap, breathing quietly as steam flowed into the air from the necklace. He let it cool down a bit before using his fingers to gently ply the bent metal back to it's original spot, being slow and careful not to snap anything. *Would it ever be like it was?* He lowered his gaze, looking over the faint indents. *Could he really fix it?* Ally turned to the chain and very carefully took the snapped links off and bent the two new links together. 
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His head snapped up as he was analyzing the necklace one more time- if he could get to an actual forge he could smooth the indents but it looked fine for now, at least wearable- *Davaras, eh?* Was that his name? Did he mean that? That was a... Strange name... How did you pronounce that? He didn't ask him to say it again but he felt a twinge of relief now that he new the perpetrators name... Maybe he could start calling him that instead of idiot. He wondered if there was any simpler pronunciation he didn't even want to try and pronounce such an elegant, complicated, and long name. Maybe he would just stick with idiot. Anyways, Allister stubbornly picked up the necklace and put it around his *Own* Neck. He would have never imagined doing something so vile before but now that it was fixed he didn't want Dava to get any ideas. He slipped the necklace beneath his shirt, the golden chain wrapped uncomfortably tight around his neck. I mean, it had been made for a child. He stood up, trying to brush away his previous thoughts and went over to the wagon, crouching on the opposite side of Dava. **"I can fix the wagon."** He reluctantly huffed, peeking over the side at Dava. His voice quivered with tention and his gaze was icy, **"But we'll need to go on a hunt for some of those screws, and I need to make something to temporarily fix that wheel over there and one of the bars beneath. The front is smashed but that doesn't matter, I'll fix it later; our objective right now is to just get it moving. You think you can stop being annoying long enough for us to get this done?"**
Anita
Staring at the screws in his head, he let out an uncomfortable sigh. The silence he received after mentioning his name made him tense up. What should he do? He already opened his blabbering mouth yet again to try to come through with a tension-breaker but... His ears drooped low as he began to graze his teeth along his lower lip. It was silent and by now, he figured he was being ignored again but he couldn't find it within himself to whine or complain about it. He deserved it for prying too much. He would've questioned why he felt as guilty as he did, but this time he knew why. If anyone pestered him about his past, he'd snap if not worse than how Ally did. His daughter must've meant the world to him.. His gaze lingered onto the screws within his palm and subconsciously counted them. Maybe.. He could make it up to him by making lunch...? After all, the Breton seemed to really enjoy his cooking. It was the least he could do.. But was he really going to ignore him until then..? 

His ear twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps and upon lifting his head, he spotted Ally who went to crouch alongside him. His eyes widened at the man, what was he doing..? His expression softened into a puzzled look as he stared at Ally. What could he be doing..? But then he spoke to him! He wasn't ignoring him! Davaras immediately cracked a grin as he gave him a nonchalant shrug. "I'll try, but no promises." He handed him the screws and got to his feet. "I can lift up the wagon for you to place the wheels back in place."
Sydney
He pulled his gaze away from Dava and instead focused his attention on the wheel. He honestly didn't want to speak with him but the faster they got the wagon fixed the faster things would go back to normal. He blinked and lowered his gaze to the ground which was covered in patches of snow. It would be difficult to find the screws but even if they couldn't I guess they didn't need them all. Perhaps this was a better distraction then the necklace- his shaken thoughts were already dissipating in the back of his mind. They could wait till later.

He grunted with effort as he stood up, glancing at the screws in his hand. He didn't know the exact condition of the wheels and he didn't want to put anymore stress on the wagon then need be... Once he fixed the one wheel they could put all the wheels on at once to reduce the risk of breaking any of them. He shut his eyes and sighed- he needed to keep reminding himself who got them in this situation but was too worn from his previous frustrations to stay angry. **"Three of the four wheels are fine. I don't want to stress them anymore then I have to just in case."** He grumbled, walking over to the wheels and pushing them against the wagon, his hand slowly coming over the broken wheel. One of the bars on the inside had snapped- he just needed to carve something to replace it. Same thing went for the bar underneath the wagon, he'd nearly forgotten about that for a moment. **"We can't put the wheels on yet, one of the bars is broken. If I can find a dead tree and chop it down, or a big enough stick, I'll carve out some rods."** 
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Ally stood up, looking around. He was trying his best to calm his anger and grief from earlier- he was honestly still shocked at Dava's reaction, not to mention humiliated at how his emotions had gotten to him- but it was fine, if he could just stay calm for a bit they could fix the wagon and forget about it. He felt an irresistible need to distract himself from his gloom. Anyways some dead trees around here should be easy enough to find. While he got an ax and did that Dava could go scrounge in the dirt for the screws- or start preparing a meal. He glanced at Dava with a questioning look, if they were going to start this then they definitely needed more food- meat specifically. **"Well..."** He murmured under his breath before making the suggestion, **"What do you want to do? While one of us goes to find wood for the wagon and fire and the other could go hunt so we have food for tonight. I'm fine with either."**
Anita
Crossing his arms, he briefly glanced around their camp. He already had stressed this man out enough, but it's time he was bound to help. He stretched out his arms, relishing in the slight relief he felt as he did so. Might as well forget about that nap, there was more important things to be done. He could go another day without rest, it's not as if it'll kill him.He approached the wagon bed and reached for the ax that was buried underneath several other things. Swinging it over his shoulder, he flashed the red-head a cheeky grin. "I'll save you the hassle of gathering wood. Can't have you straining yourself now." He replied slyly, shooting Ally a sideways glance. "Don't worry about hunting either, just focus on fixing that necklace." And with a genuine smile, he set off to retrieve wood. The feeling of guilt still stabbed at him as he approached the nearest tree.If he had to retrieve wood—he wouldn't mind! If he had to hunt a poor animal for the sake of having something to survive off of—sure! But if that brought them closer to getting out of this forsaken forest, he'd do anything without complaint.He hauled the axe off his shoulder and into his bandaged hand.With a forceful draw-back, he plunged the blade dedply within the bark.He was beyond exhausted, his muscles ached anda even his head throbbed with what felt like a migraine!That's what he deserved for pushing himself but it wasn't like he could get rest anyways.Too much was preoccupying his mind!Too many questions with little to no answers. But with a brief look to Ally, he made his decision to keep quiet. He huffed as he withdrew the axe, beginning to swing again."After this, I will get that nap! Make no—" He pulled back the axe,"Mistake!" He punctuated his point with a deep plunge of the blade.The tree rumbled as it began to sway, leaning forwards as it gradually collapsed.He panted as his stared at the fallen tree, how much his arms ached and his head pounded.."Fuck.." He grimaced, rubbing his head.
Sydney
Ally pulled his body together and looked at Dava, his brows furrowing in suspicion. He was going to get the wood? Honestly, thank goodness, he was itching to hunt. Honestly just saying 'hunt' was enough to completely switch his objective- if he could ever focus on one thing. He glanced at Dava as he wandered into the woods with the ax, scoffing before digging in the back of his wagon. He wasn't going to worry about the necklace any longer, his hand ran over the imprint under his shirt- he'd done all he could and he just needed to keep it safe, but getting something to eat sounded like a good plan! His mouth watered at the prospect of meat- *Deer sounded really good but he could go for anything*. He shuffled through the items in the back of the wagon and located some of his weapons as he pulled out his janky bow. 

He pulled it out and fiddled with the few arrows he had, glancing up at the sky to see if there were any birds soaring ahead, before his eyes drifted to the trees for squirrels or rabbits.

He pricked his ears and slipped over next to the fire- he could hear Dava loudest rustling in the woods but he thought he could hear something, it couldn't be completely desolated here. He turned his eyes to his surroundings and struggled to get an arrow into the bow. He threw himself onto the ground, back flat against the dirt as he looked up towards the sky. A small thought drifted into his head, what was last night's moon cycle? He clicked his tongue nervously, damn! He hadn't even thought about that! He'd lost track of the last time he'd transformed and now that he thought the full moon was looking closer, wasn't it? He tilted his head towards the woods to focus on Dava, flinching at each hit on the wood that echoed through the woods. He wouldn't be able to transform with this twat around, that hadn't even crossed his mind until now he'd been so angry! Allister squinted his eyes and struggled to see in the sunlight, even with the veil around his face, but he managed to pick out the small form of a bird overhead. He rolled around on the ground and pulled himself back up to his feet, his head tilted back as he readied the bow. After a few seconds he loosened the arrow into the sky with a smooth whip as it zipped through the air away from him. He squinted his eyes, using his hands to shield them from the sunlight but the bird didn't descent to the ground. Instead, he jumped as there was a whistle next to him as the arrow came back down on the edge of the clearing. *Damn sun!* He cursed under his breath before steadying another arrow, buying his lip and focusing his eyes on the moving figure of the bird... Carefully now, he waited until the bird was in optimal position and let loose the arrow, watching with satisfaction as the bird collided with it midair and came falling down to the earth. It wasn't the best but it wasn't rats! Either way, any meat right now sounded amazing!

There was a loud crack as it hit the ground, smacking off a few tree branches and landing just on the shoreline of the river. Here we go! He excitedly bounced over to grab his kill, turning over the fat falcons corpse in his hand. Works for him! He turned back to the fire and tried to listen for Dava, from the sound of that rumbling he must have found a tree to cut down.
Anita
With a heavy breath, he managed to chop the fallen tree into thick logs that he rolled with a kick of his boot. He was panting heavily and felt a wave of heat wash over him despite being in his freezing weather. Did he really have a migraine..? His head throbbed and every sound to him made the pounding ache worse. He leaned down, picking up one of the logs to haul into the fire. He rubbed his head profusely with a pained groan. 

Was this punishment for the night before? For breaking that necklace? For beating up that Dunmer back at the inn? He stumbled back to the fragmented tree, repeating his technique of kicking the logs. He managed to roll a log over to the wagon, stopping it with the heel of his boot. He continued to wince in agony as he crouched to set the log upright besides the wheels. Closing his eyes, the ache that ran throughout his body worsen and he nearly lost his balance. 

He was fine! He shook his head frantically. He decided to head towards the fire where Ally was standing with a rather large bird. "Please tell me you're not going to attempt cooking again." Instead of the attempt at a sarcastic remark, it only came out as a exhausted plea. For the love of Mephala, if this lunatic tried to roast this bird, Dava will be driven to insanity. "You know what, just move, I don't trust you with any of our food supplies after this morning's fiasco." He muttered with a bitter grimace, giving the content man a nudge.
Sydney
He shook the corpse, blood spraying from the arrow wound through the birds head. The arrow was still in a relatively good condition so he used his hands to tear it from the flesh and throw it on the ground next to him. The bird was fairly large- probably enough for two meals if they rationed it right. He perked up as Dava came rolling back into the clearing with the logs, his eyes focusing on the round wooden pieces. They were large enough and looked strong enough for Ally to cut pieces from and work as temporary fixes. Ally shook the bird before tossing it on the ground next to the fire, kicking up some dirt onto it's body with his foot. **"Damn, I was just making sure we had something for later."** He snorted, rolling his eyes. Dava didn't look so good... He bit his lip and his eyes flashed with concern, was he ok? Not that he really cared but he needed Dava to be in full strength so they could fix the wagon and potentially get it on the road tonight. He glanced dover to the wagon- he could try to do it himself but he might get crushed. He gave Dava a blank stare, rubbing his chin in thought. Matter of fact, earlier it looked like he hadn't even slept, but he just looked worse now. Should Ally help him? He rolled his eyes, he tried to help him by giving him that potion but he refused to drink it and instead shoved it down his mouth- fool! Compared to Dava, Ally was regenerating his strength much faster due to a multitude of reasons: the magic he'd used earlier, the potions, and his rather quick regeneration. (Don't know how to explain that).

He straightened his back and turned away from Dava. **"You need to rest. I don't want to risk getting crushed while we're fixing the wagon because you fall asleep or something."** He scoffed, walking away to observe the wood, crouching down next to one of the logs.
Anita
He lifted the bird off of the ground, setting it beside the cooking stand. He lifted his lip in a slight grossed out look as his eyes focused in on the dirt that now clung to the bird. That's rather disgusting... He'll deal with that later. Sparing a glance to Ally, he raised an eyebrow. There was things to be done! The wagon had to be finished and sure enough, he needed to cook eventually so they can have a meal! And they *Still* Needed to find that good-for-nothing horse that abandoned them on that hill! His gaze fell upon the ground as he huffed stubbornly; "I'm not resting. And believe me, I couldn't even sleep if I wanted to." With that, he zipped past Ally to the worn wagon. He leaned against it, turning to shoot Ally an expectant look. "I'll be fine, but I'd rather fix it now so we can hopefully set off tonight." A sudden wave of pain washed over him as he clutched his head. N'chow! Shaking his head again, he could always conjure up a health potion whenever he found the time. He closed his eyes, trying to brush off the soreness that shot through his body. 

"Well, let's do this. You fix the wheels—I do the heavy-lifting and we go from there." He crossed his arms, a small, pained smile gracing his lips. Afterwards they can roast that bird and maybe even set out to leave camp by tonight! With new-found hope, he managed to successfully ignore the pain.
Sydney
Allister nearly jumped as Dava sprung to the wagon, slowly lifting his body and cocking his brow at the man. He wasn't going to trust him in this state to do any heavy lifting. If he refused to rest then... A thought lingered in his head- and he knew this newfound idea would help both of them- but last time he'd tried to help Dava like this he'd gotten the wagon in a ditch and started a fight. He gave Dava an elongated stare, silence falling heavy on them as he outweighed the pros and cons of his next decision. Although magic wasn't as good as rest, perhaps if he offered the idea of healing Dava's wounds they could get this done faster, *And then he could rest*. If he did that might give Ally an opportunity to feast on something or hunt down the horse... He glanced at Dava's wrist and grit his teeth, a sudden wave of concern washing over him. He wasn't sure if it was for himself or Dava but there was no way he was sane for this decision after last time. But either way he didn't trust Dava lifting things so he could fix them with that wrist. 

Ally snapped his fingers and reached out his hand, spreading out his palm infront of Dava and using a finger to point at his wrist as if to signal he wanted his hand. They were stuck in this together so maybe Ally needed to swallow his pride... He felt fine now, but Dava he was not so sure about. Perhaps he could help him. Anyways he didn't care, this was just a good deal for him if he mended his damned wrist! **"Give me your hand."** He snapped coldly, rolling his eyes at Dava's stubbornness and almost grinning at his foolishness. He didn't say what he was going to do- but unless Dava was stupid ~~or over thought~~ Ally's intentions were clear. Well, at least to Ally they were clear even if he didn't want to help Dava.
Anita
He watched as the Breton approached him, extending his palm out as if he was expecting something. Before he could question what it is he wanted—Ally asked for his hand. What? Why did he need his *Hand?* What was he going to do. His eyes lowered to the bandaged wrist Ally was pointing to and instinctively pulled it closer to him. 
He shot Ally a skeptical look, suddenly unsure about what it was he wanted with his hand. "What, why?" He questioned hesitantly. He clutched his hand closer to his chest, narrowing his gaze at the extended palm. "Why do you suddenly want my hand?" Why did he suddenly blurt that out? Did he do something wrong? Was he going to twist his wrist for being an idiot? But he didn't do anything! 
Then flashes of their earlier discussion and banter reminded him of what he had so rudely done. Okay, *Sure,* He acted out and even pushed it with his curiosity but was objectifying revenge really necessary? Focusing his eyes to the ground, he swallowed nervously. But what was he really aiming to accomplish? And with his hand at that-? Subconsciously pulling stepping back away from Ally, he eventually met his annoyed stare.
Sydney
He regretted it as soon as he made the decision, annoyance bubbling up in him and spilling from his cold glare as he clenched his outstretched hand into a fist. What did Dava think he was going to do!? He clenched his teeth and was honestly ready to let go of the offer when he saw Dava pulling away. He dropped his gaze to the ground and let out an irritated growl- please, just calm down! I would think the same thing too if a stranger tried to touch my broken wrist after attacking it. He brought his amber gaze back up and sighed, **"I want your wrist so I can break it again, what do you think!?"** He snapped, trying to keep his voice down. But he couldn't help his exasperated tone, letting out a sharp sigh and tapping his foot impatiently before continuing on. **"I'm offering to mend your hand, *Idiot*. Give me your hand or go rest, I'm not going to risk getting crushed because your wrist hurts."**

He relaxed his arm, trying to calm himself and spread his palm once morw, giving Dava an impatient look. Please! This would be better for both of them! Ally would hate to do this with a wrist that looked like that! When Dava met his gaze he could only find the strength to roll his eyes.
Anita
Reluctantly handing the man his wrist, he turned away, holding up his scarf around his mouth for comfort. "You know..." He trailed off, deciding to at least distract himself rather than focusing on what this psychopath could be doing to his poor wrist. "In such little time of knowing you, I'm beginning to suspect you're becoming ill." He couldn't help the obnoxious smirk that began to creep on his lips. His face was turned away from Ally, he couldn't bear to watch! He mentally braced himself for any amount of excruciating pain, but watching would only make the pain tenfold! "You're suddenly wanting *Help* Me. That's not normal for you!" His tone was sounding more immature and dramatic as he went on but he was only speaking the truth! 

Sneaking a tiny glance in Ally's direction, his sudden smugness washed away once his wrist was grabbed forward. "Wait! I change my mind!" Dava yanked his wrist instantly away before Ally could get ahold of it. He stared wide-eyed at the annoyed man before him. No way was he trusting Ally! He sheepishly turned his head to avoid Ally's possible glare of annoyance. A slight pink tinted his cheeks as the scarf was clutched even tighter within his grasp. "I don't need help! It's fine, see!" From his tone alone, he was obviously nervous and the prospect of his wrist being tormented in ways that was *Meant to help him.* It wasnt something that sounded trusting. Perhaps he was being childish—*But could he really blame him?* Forcing himself to gaze at his wrist, he noticeably shrinked in uncertainty.It was painful that it wasn't healed properly, it ached and spiked in agony whenever he had to work his hand. He wanted—*No*—*Needed* It to heal! But it was only that small anxious feeling that jabbed at him, that made him uneasy. He wasn't used to having other people offer medical care—it was almost foreign to him! All his life he handled wounds on his own!

 *What would change now if he reluctantly allow this man to help him?*
Sydney
A sense of relief washed over him as Dava presented him with his hand, reaching out and gently curling his fingers gently around Dava's wrist, his light brown finger's gently clasping his wrist. His ear twitched as he thought- very rarely had he used restoration magic on others but it couldn't be much different from healing himself. Plus, they needed a quick fix, although this wasn't Ally's favorite method of healing. He glanced up at Dava through narrow eyes- less then pleased with his "Sick" Joke. **"At this point it's more beneficial to me if I help you. Don't take it the wrong way or I might just snap your wrist again-"** Perhaps that was the wrong comment because as soon as he went to heal him the hand was pulled away from him.

His annoyed glare quickly blazed into a storm, his shoulder's squaring. How could he be so annoying! He'd rather go through this pain? He was so... Just so childish! Did he really think Ally was going to hurt him that bad? He was trying to help even against his better judgement! **"Do you really have to turn everything into a fucking spectacle? Give me your wrist, dammit!"** He hissed, the illusion of being calm fading away. He didn't say anything, just gave Dava a stormy glare as a moment of silence braced them- his gaze following Dava's down to his wrist. You know what, he wasn't dealing with this anymore! He was going to *Heal* Dava's wrist no matter what nonsense he tried to pull. In a flash Ally made up his mind, a warm feeling erupted in his hand as he prepared the spell, golden sparkles lingering at his fingertips.

He didn't give Dava a moment to react; he just struck his hand out and grabbed Dava's bandaged wrist, snapping his fingers down as harshly as possible. It would have been unimaginable pain for a second there as Ally dug his fingers into the spaces around his wrist and pulled it towards himself- but in a moment there was a flash of light curling around both their hands. Warmth would have erupted through Dava's arm transferred through Ally's fingertips, Ally's own arm tingling and becoming warm. In an instant, the pain would have been gone and replaced with a tingly warm feeling that lapped through Dava's body. 

As soon as the deed was done Ally let go of Dava's hand and shook his arm as though shaking off something vile, giving Dava a pompous glare of victory before turning away and walking over to the wagon. **"That wasn't that hard now, was it~?"** He scoffed in a mockingly sweet tone, tossing his hair before bending down to inspect the wood Dava had chopped up.
Anita
As he stayed in an awkward position, he felt his glare burn right through him. He couldn't trust him! Even if he *Must* To get out of their situation, he just couldn't bring himself to! He already twisted that very same wrist—what if his offer was only a facade to hurt him even more? He was sadistic after all! But then, his attention was instantly drawn when the man snapped angrily at Dava's stubbornness. He wasn't turning *Anything* Into a spectacle! *He* Was the one with the constant fuss! *He was only being cautious!*
However when he felt his wrist being grabbed and then tugged away from him, he nearly cried out. He visibly winced in pain as he let out a small pained whimper at his wrist being so rudely yanked! Sharp spikes of pain coursed throughout his arm from the hold on his wrist and it was becoming too much to handle! He attempted to pull his wrist away more than once but twisting and turning only made the pain worsen. His eyes welled up with tears that threatened to spill. He hastily clutched his scarf up for comfort as his eyes widened in surprise at the golden glow from Ally's fingertips. Suddenly the jolts of pain and ache from within his wrist lessened gradually. He watched in awe, haven't not seen something like this before! Healing was a normal sight but he had never been on the receiving end of being healed before. His body began to ease up, as the tension within his muscles relaxed. And soon enough, the pain disappeared yet, leaving a small amount of soreness within the now-healed wrist. Once Ally released his hand, he proudly strolled towards the wagon—the teasing tone within his voice made Dava flush a deep red. Was he seriously mocking him? It wasn't humorous! Tensing his shoulders, he followed in Ally's direction, his face remaining a dark red. His ears drooped in defeat and his lips were now in a immature, embarrassed pout. How dare he humiliate him! It wasn't something to mock! *"Oh shut up, sedura."*
Sydney
Ally stole a look at Dava's red face and had to hold back a smile of triumph, a smirk crossing his face. **"No need to thank me!"** He nearly purred as he reached into the wagon to grab the ax. His arm was now sore, wait, not sore... It just had a hollow feeling?- he wasn't used to healing other people. He tried to shake the numbness away as he snatched the ax with the same hand he'd used to heal Dava seconds before, slapping it down confidently in his hand. **"Now that you don't have an excuse to whine we can get to work, how about it?"** He glanced at Dava, his gaze stiffening before he tied up his hair and leaned over the log Dava had graciously cut for them. Consider it a favor returned and now this brute could help him- and he'd take satisfaction about it. **"See if you can scrounge up some more nails and something to bash- *Screw*- them in with while I make the parts-"** He waved his hand dismissively at Dava before taking the ax in his hand much like he took the pot that had been used to bludgeon Dava's head. With a mighty whack he struck the log through the middle, carving out the particular shape he wanted. 
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He ignored Dava after that, focusing on meticulously mimicking the broken wheel part in the piece of wood. The length, width, everything had to be perfect or it wouldn't work. He pulled out his knife- even though he knew it would damage the blade- and carved out small splinters of wood. The sun had reached its high point in the sky when Ally eventually presented two parts and began comparing one of them to the piece that had been broken on the wheel, smiling, satisfaction dripping from his expression. **"There we go"** He muttered under his breath before reaching forward for the broken wheel. Doing this was definitely getting him in a better mood- it was work and good work at that! The prospect of repairing his wagon seemed fun, even if it wasn't the best situation, and the end goal of getting away from Dava was even better! Ally plopped down on the snow criss-cross with a sharp 'ugh' pulling the wagon wheel onto his lap. The thing was huge compared to his small lap and it nearly looked like he was being crushed in which- sort of, the wagon wheel was heavy! He began to scrape out the broken part, snapping out the wood and sometimes applying light heat to get it out. As soon as he worked it out he slid the new part in and used the hilt of his dagger to bash one of the nails through the wood to secure it. There we go! That looked much better! He looked proudly at the fixed wheel before knocking it off himself and scrambling to his feet. He needed Dava to get the next piece on as it would require him to go under the wagon- he gave a sideways glance to his companion, but was he really going to trust him? Perhaps he should put some wood under the wagon too... He looked at the ground and narrowed his eyes, was there a choice? **"De... Devaries?! If your done with your fit I'm ready to get the wheels on!"**
Anita
After halfway listening to Ally's bragging, Dava decided to tune him out. He didn't need to hear this mockery! He continued on with his pout, crouching down beside the ground to scavenge for any more screws or bolts. He'd just ignore that asshole until he decided to drop the smug attitude!He stood up, brushing off any remaining snow off of his pants, he couldn't focus with that utter pounding within his head! Just... Ignore it. Simple! With several blinks to refocus, he began to slowly circle the wagon as he scouted for any metal screws laying in the snow. When he reached where that prude was, he lifted his head up to shoot him a sulking glare but instead froze. His auburn hair was pulled back, and Dava couldn't help but drop his mouth slightly at the sight. Ally was certainly not an unattractive man but... Heat rose to Dava's face rather quickly. Focus! Now was not the time to gawk! Forcing himself to turn away, he circled around the wagon the way he came, just to avoid that handsome prude—he needed to concentrate on looking for any screws or bolts! He needed to *Focus!* Not to get distracted by stupid, idiotic, unnecessary... Irrelevant... His mind went blank as his eyes inevitably trailed back to the man across from him. Why did he have to be stuck with a man like... Like *That!* He continued to struggle to regain his focus but everytime he reached for a screw within the snow, his eyes would betray him and there his concentration goes! He had to shake his head profusely if he wanted to snap his eyes back to his task! Ugh! This was only making his head spin with embarrassment and it only worsen the ache within his head! 

However he snapped back to reality when he was called over—or what he thought was his name. "Excuse me?" At first he was confused but then he realized Ally barely could pronounce anything—not even his own name! "If you're going to boss me, at least say my name correctly! It's *Davaras."*
Sydney
Ally was too content- he really felt alive working on the wheel. He didn't mean to toot his own horn but back at High Rock along with weapons he helped build and repair wagons! He was honestly quite handy and had fixed some bad injuries to wagons. Although this was the first wear all four wheels had been torn off. He adjusted the loose fabric around his eyes and stretched back, reaching his hand above his head and yawning. The awkward silver hair was parted from the rest of his red hair, two thin strands running down his face over his shoulders while the rest of his hair was pulled in a high ponytail off his neck- the head of his dragon tattoo peaking out from beneath his shirt. He briefly caught Dava's eyes and clenched his teeth, before rolling the wheel over to the wagon. 

He leaned it against the wood before standing up straight. If he was climbing under this thing he needed to take off some of these layers... He gave Dava a glare as he stripped off some of the black linen and fur wraps that he had on to keep him warm, pulling a satchel and a few pieces of metal off until all that remained was his black shirt, pants, boots, and a little "Scarf" Wrapped loosely around his waist. He probably looked smaller with all those layers off- and by the Gods he felt small, and cold. **"I really don't care how to pronounce your name. Anyways, that's what I just said."** He huffed, scrunching his nose in distaste. He wasn't going to deal with this nonsense- right now he was cold and wasn't looking forward to getting onto the wet ground. He dropped the layers of clothes he'd taken off onto the wagon- at least those would be warm when he got back up, and he'd have his fur cloak. Ally quickly snapped his fingers to try and move things along, glancing to see how many parts Dava found. **"Are we going to do this or not? How many screws did you find? What about the thingy that screws them in? I think I had one in the wagon somewhere."**
Anita
Right when he decided to open his mouth again to walk him through how to pronounce Dunmeri names—he paused. His eyes widened as a bewilderment expression spread across his features watching Ally removed his layers! What was he doing?! Why—why was he removing his clothes?! Dava immediately flushed a deeper red than before, his ears shooting down as he instinctively shot his head in another direction. "I-ill uh... Here's the screws." He pulled a scarf above his nose, effectively covering his rosy cheeks. Holding the screws within his palm, he carefully gazed back to Ally, feeling a small amount of relief and disappointment when he noticed he was still covered, just now without as many layers.

 Dava breathed in swiftly, choosing to simply *Ignore* That prude. Distractions weren't necessary! He approached Ally, with a roll of his eyes. He just had to act more annoyed than temporarily embarrassed. "If you're gonna say my name *At all,* You could *At least* Bother to say it right." Despite replying sarcastically if not a little snappy, he avoided any possible eye contact. He didn't want to even *Glance* In his direction! With a quick retrieval of the turnscrew, he returned to his former, tense stance adjacent to Ally. However, with a begrudgingly, dramatic sigh, he placed his hand on his hip sourly, finally able to shoot Ally the long-awaited sour glare. "And your screws are right here, sedura. No need to get your loin-cloth in a twist, I already got the turnscrew and everything!" He snapped with a clear tone of annoyance. It doesn't matter if he distracted him with his charming looks—his snappy, impatient attitude was getting sickening by the minute! "Maybe if you *Kindly* Ask, I'll be happy to give them to you." A knowing smirk replaced the annoyed curl of his lips and his eyes narrowed at Ally with a mischievous glint to them.Might as well frustrate him for being such a tightwad!"Oh and say my name correctly too, nothing less than a simple *'please, Davaras.'"*
Sydney
Ally wasn't having it. He did not engage and turned his bitter, icy amber glare to Dava, his eyes practically burning behind the thin mask he was wearing. Why was Dava acting so... Don't tell me he was going to start something now! He perked in interest as Dava pulled the scarf above his face but ended up rolling his eyes and pushing it away- *Idiot*. 

Allister rolled up his sleeves and glanced at the snowy, wet ground he was about to get on. He'd rather have his skin touch the cold then get his clothes wet. He rolled up the sleeves last his elbows, stretching his scarred and bandaged arm- and then stretching his tattoo'd arm each in turn. **"Don't even start with me."** He snapped, trying to cut Dava off. His name was too complicated and Ally was surprised he even got the first letter right! Was he not even going to give him props for effort? Ally could have called him an idiot. He rolled his eyes as Dava went on- he just had to make this task more difficult didn't he? He reached out his palm for the screws, his glare cold and body stiff. Wait, what the hell did Dava just say to him?! '*Please, Davaras*'. He clicked his tongue and clenched his teeth, a small strained smile of anger forming on his face. **"Give me the screws, you nit. I'm *Not* In the mood right now, I want to fix the cart and ei'nt putting up with your bullshit."**

He was just happy a minute ago until Dava walked over! He clenched his fists, glancing at the flowers imprinted onto his skin on his left arm as they rippled from the strain in his muscles. You had to be kidding him! He growled before swinging his hand forward and lashing it across Dava's cheek in anger- although he took care not to hit the bruise this time- he still hit him hard enough where a light sting erupted on the back of his palm.