He helped her down from the rock, holding her hands to keep her from falling. He moved slowly by her side, helping her to the tub, then gently lifted her over the side of the tub when they reached it. He slowly set her foot in the still warm water, letting her get used to it slowly.<br/><br/>"Alright. Grip this branch and lower yourself using your arms. Like this," he helped her grab hold just right, "If you do it that way, you wont strain your stitches. Think you are strong enough?"<br/><br/>He smiled, knowing that she was. He knew, however, that she needed the confidence to do so, which was an entirely different matter. After one last check to see that everything was ready, he pulled the kettle of fresh water from the hook hanging over the fire, and added it to the tub to warm it back up. After filling the kettle in the stream, he hung it on the hook and smirked at her.<br/><br/>"Go ahead and take your time. I wont go far. Just call me if you need anything at all."<br/><br/>With that, he left her side and returned to the river bed. Stretching out on the grass there, he made sure that there was a section of tall weeds between himself and her, to give her privacy, then relaxed. With a sigh, he stared up at the clouds, whistling a tune to himself.<br/><br/>As he waited, he listened to make sure he didn't hear anything from her, worried that she would fall, or worse. When nothing happened after the first couple minutes, his eyelids began to droop. He never realized it was happening before his head had flopped to the side and he was sound asleep, the warmth of the sun shining over him.