Well there went the rabbit on the spit idea.  Instead, out of the bushes came a girl with half bandaged feet whom judging by the water saturation of her body had been dry and he must have startled her which is why she had hid.  The girl could not have been more than five foot and her once curly hair was matted down with water and it had leaves in it!  The crazy thing had jumped up and said, “Hah I see you.” Taking a moment to think on how to respond to her insane chattering he sniffed the air a moment and realized that there was now an odd smell coming from him and looking down at the trampled herbs she must have meant them and then his eyes lifted back to her and he saw the poorly tied bandages on her feet and the burn marks as she danced around the tree.  No sign of shoes at least in front of him, he hadn’t noticed as of yet her previous spot and then he looked back at the knife and looking a bit sheepish he remembered he wasn’t a bandit anymore.  No he was going to be a respectable member of society.  Sliding the blade away he said with a soft grunt, “Sorry.”<br/><br/>Sorry?  He never used that word before and maybe it was the disappointment of missing what was a free lunch and he should have been more aggressive, but, truth was he was lonely and longed for conversation more than he longed for anything else in the world, even food.  “I’ll tell you what young lady who knows how to fix cuts, at least how to clean them.  I know how to fix bandages, and those half tied bandages you have over your feet are about as much use to you as a fire in the middle of a lake.”  Appraising her feet he shook his head again, wondering at her as she took a trip back to the tree and he saw her things, amazing how he had missed that and with her own knife and lifted the mushroom from the back of the tree as she walked back.  Looking at the tree where her things were, the tree was a large one and that it was relatively dry around it.  Mitch moved over to where her things where and he plopped down onto the ground next to them and turned to regard his bleeding arm.<br/><br/>The arm was fine, it was just a superficial cut, no worse than the many he had over his body over the last two miserable years where he had learned how to fight in a fashion, but he realized as he sat and regarded the odd girl that he had not the killer instinct.  A good bandit would have realized those were might shapely hips and prime for a good roll, but no, instead of that he was sitting next to her things offering to fix her bandages and have her fix his arm.  What the heck was wrong with him.   Removing the tattered shirt that had seen many better days who’s left arm was now stained red with his blood he regarded the cut and he muttered, “That was my last good shirt too.”  Placing the shirt down he looked for something to get the stain out and was more worried about it than his freely bleeding arm.  After all, his arm would mend itself.<br/><br/>“I don’t have any plantains.”  Mitch informed the odd girl, “If I had I wouldn’t waste them on my arm, I’d eat them.  You know they are absolutely delicious right?  I don’t know what yarrow is, or valerryan or what ever it is that you called it.”  Why was he talking to her?  Look at the pitiful creature, he really should be focusing on what a good bandit did and instead he smiled at her his own brown eyes warm as he said to her, “Come on, put the tree mushroom down, it will last for ten minutes while I fix those bandages.  You know if you don’t tie them properly you may as well not have them because they will not help you any.”  Patting the spot next to him on the ground he said, “I don’t have much but I know if I cut the tree behind me just right I’ll get some sap and I’ll use that to bind the bandages.  Tree sap is mighty useful you know in a pinch.  If you know so much about mushrooms, you should know that, but you in return need to tell me what yarrow is.”