Madison was frozen in her place from the shock of seeing Arc so cold. It was as if he wasn't himself anymore, as if he lost who he was and became a completely different person. He was angry, so angry, and he imposed a slow, painful death upon Clyde. A simple shot to the temple would have sufficed, but he chose to take it even further. She nearly staggered back from the ice in his voice, from the flame in his eyes. As he turned towards the family, and her as well, she sucked in a breath at his blood stained clothes and skin. She flinched when he yelled at the family who was frozen in fear behind her.<br/><br/>She decided to calm the situation. She walked up to Arc, taking the gun from his hands and gently nudging him away from the family. She turned him to face her, pointing in the direction of their home. "Go to the plane, now." Her tone wasn't harsh, it was simply stern. She pushed him in the direction, sighing in relief when he walked off in that direction. She could see the tension in his body as he walked, but she tore her eyes from him as she turned back to the family. She gave them a small smile and bent down, picking their food and water from the ground. "Let's get you guys on your way, yeah?"<br/><br/>She helped the family back into their wagon, sure to give them all the food and water they would need, assuring them that they would be okay. She pointed them in the direction of town, telling them that they should make it before dawn. She sent them on their way, making sure they left her sight safely before dropping her shoulders. She looked over to the two bodies that lay on the ground, to the blood, then to the plane. She swallowed thickly and slowly made her way back to the plane, a bruise forming on her neck from the gun that was pressed against it.<br/><br/>When she reached the plane, stepping inside quietly, she noticed Arc sitting against the wall in a chair, hunched over. He stared at his hands and she sighed softly, walking to their kitchen area and retrieving a rag. She wet the rag, ringing it out and walking back over to Arc. She pulled up a chair, sitting directly in front of him and tilting his head up, hooking her finger gently under his chin. She began to gently wipe away the blood that painted his skin, giving him a soft smile. She didn't say anything, she didn't think anything needed to be said. Sometimes the silence was the best option. She continued to wipe the blood from his face, a bowl of water next to her to rinse the rag when necessary. She just stared into his eyes. She wasn't angry, or upset, she was thankful if anything. She didn't voice it, she didn't hug him or kiss him, she simply cleaned his skin. They would address it later, the silence was calming.