Malia took his hand as they walked, carefully binding his hand with the gauze. His fingers were looking better, but they weren’t healed quite yet. He still needed to rest that hand, give Malia his load of whatever it was he needed to do that day. If they were going to face the huntsmen, he needed to be able to fully use both hands. However, if they came across the one that murdered Oliver in cold blood, Carson would have to stop her from ripping the scum limb from limb, if he could at all. She wasn’t going to let that thing get away with killing her brother.<br/><br/>As he spoke of Sunny, however, Malia didn’t utter a word. She had no idea that her life had been so horrible to her for those years she was owned by those monsters. She never got the impression of such a life from her. Now she felt terrible for being so quick to judge and assume why she was the way she was. Her judgement was clouded by how unwelcome she felt in the bunker due to Sunny’s initial words and judgement of Malia herself. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting a long breath pass through her lips as he pressed his lips to the side of her head, following him through the halls.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry.” She tore the gauze and stuck the rest in her pocket, finish the wrapping. She sighed. “I had no idea I just... she...” she shook her head. She thought her life had it’s rough edges, now she knew hers was a walk in the park. She looked up to the two signs that hung in the hallway, tilting her head at them. “I’m sorry I judged her, I just really really thought she did. I thought She was being sarcastic with her version of a...compliment, earlier.”  She took a couple of steps towards the hall that said ‘MESS’, breathing out before following him further down. “What all do you think is in here?”