<div style="text-align: center">《 Rachel 》<br/>
<i>Location: KOA cabin<br/>
Addressing: Rebel</i>​</div><br/>Rachel stood over him as he swallowed down the medicine. “I am not going to comment on that because I know that it will irritate you to not know and you deserve a little irritation.” She responded simply, referencing his question about God and whether or not she believed. It was none of his business and frankly, Rachel didn’t want to think of the answer. Nor was she in the mood for another squabble.<br/><br/>Rebel rambled on and Rachel allowed him to say his peace while reclining on the bed. “I am going to leave Armando to his own devices. I don’t think he is particularly in the mood to listen to my recommendations, especially when I will eventually admit that they came from you.”<br/><br/>She stooped to gently grasp the ankle of the leg that hadn’t quite made it onto the bed. Rachel lifted it onto the mattress and set it down. She hoped he realized that coming into the cabin was the right choice. Rebel probably would have fallen asleep in one of the chairs or even bent over on the table, and Rachel didn’t have the strength to carry him. She also didn’t want to hear about the crick in his neck.<br/><br/>“Is that you actually wanting me to be protected?” Rachel questioned quietly, though her intention was to poise it as rhetorical. She hoped Rebel would drift off before the inquiry landed. “I didn’t know you had the ability to be such a gentleman.” Rachel reached over him and drew the thin throw blanket over his body. There was a nagging feeling that Rebel expected her to stay armed to protect the whole of the camp, but something about his statement made her wonder. “I will take your gun. Now go to sleep.”<br/><br/>The door opened and Rachel all but expected to see a decrepit body stagger inside. Instead, Anise poked her head inside and updated her on the water. “Oh, great. Thanks, Anise. Water would be wonderful.”