Panic set in as Rydag searched and searched but could not find Amelia, â€œWhere is she?â€ he spoke aloud as he stood there in the large central clearing.<br/><br/>Cris trots over, a blood rag in his hand, â€œWhat's wrong?â€ he asks his friend noting the troubled look on his friend's face.<br/><br/>â€œI can't find herâ€ Rydag stats simply without expanding on it.<br/><br/>â€œHer who?â€ Cris asks, as the events of night has him figuring Ry could mean any one of the other members of their tribe.<br/><br/>â€œAmelia!â€ Rydag snaps in anger as he paces away from Cris, his spear clutched tightly in his grip as if he were ready to throw it at the first thing that moved.<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment to think Cris spoke, â€œI remember hearing another gun going off..â€ he now had Rydag's full attention. â€œOne shot and then a scream like someone dying.....â€ voice trails off as he looks about the area. â€œOver hereâ€ strides over to where he recalled people talking about someone being shot, coming to people who were moving the dead about for burial. â€œSet that one down!â€ Cris called out as he rushed to them and checked the body. â€œSee?â€ he says pointing to the hole in the guy's head. Giving a whistle of appreciation, â€œThat lady sure does know her way around a gunâ€<br/><br/>Rydag knelt and checked the area, trained eyes scanning the area. â€œOk so he fell down here from up there...â€ he points up on the ridge. â€œAbout how far would you say she was when she shot him?â€<br/><br/>Cris looked at the wound, up at the ridge and then paced away â€œAbout hereâ€<br/><br/>Rushing to where Cris stood, Rydag knelt down and checked the area soon finding Amelia's trail. â€œGot her!â€ Ry exclaims before running off in the direction of her trail. Leaving Cris to tend to everything else which he did not seem to mind too much.<br/><br/>â€œWhere was that brunette that was eying me while I was playing?â€ he mused aloud and went off to look for her while he helped people clean up and get ready for the night.<br/><br/>Moving as fast as he could through the thick growth of the jungle, more then once having to stop and pick up her trail again. After a bit he realized she was just heading home so he was able to run as fast as he could without hurting himself. Breaking through the tree line he paused as he scanned the beach, spotting a figure laying down on the beach.<br/><br/>â€œNo!â€ he gasped as he rushed to her side, his spear getting tossed into the sand as he dropped to his knees and practically slid to her. â€œAmelia...â€ his voice soft and cracking with emotion as he reached out to touch her, but his hand paused as he saw her chest rise and fall. Sighing in relief he carefully picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he carried her into her home. Marveling at her skills to build a home out of her plane. He still could not wrap his head around the fact that she flew in the air, that was just something unreal...<br/><br/>Yet there was no reason to doubt her so he did not and just carried her back toward her sleeping area. Getting to it he gently laid her down, then with careful and respectful hands he slipped her dress off her form, before finally covering her up. Now that he knew she was safe he was able to relax and notice how tired he actually was. Yawning he left her sleeping area to go and find himself a place to sit and sleep outside her home. A spot up against the body of her plane served his needs perfectly and after retrieving his spear, which he set on the ground beside him he made himself comfortable and drifted off to sleep.