"And leave you as you are? Never." Josephine laid her head against his shoulder for a moment as he finished drinking the small amount of water she had brought. "I got you hurt like this. You were only protecting me. I am not going to abandon you out here in this condition." Her grasp loosened as she shifted to help him lay down again, his head on her lap. She carefully and gently untied the shirt from over the wound, stopping when he winced; she knew he was hurt, but felt guilty over his pain. "No more talk of me leaving. I shall not, not until I know you will be alright." Josephine smiled down at him and gently ran her hand through his hair. His skin, though as pale as it was, was burning with fever, and she bit her lip. Would her help be enough to save him? 'No, I must not doubt this. He will be fine.'