<blockquote><div><cite>Eferhilda wrote:</cite>Sara nodded to his words as she moved off into the city, searching for a building that would be suitable for a camp site that night.<br/><br/>As the sun finally disappeared down the horizon the two of them were sitting down by a camp fire, with a bit of meat spitted over it and roasting slowly while Sara moved to check on Terrence's arm.<br/><br/>The night air was warm tonight so Sara was in nothing but her black faded t-shirt instead of the jacket she usually wore over herself. Kneeling at his side she carefully removed his shirt and the sling he was wearing to check on his arm. "This looks to be healing nicely." she said softly as she gently checked the area about the wound. Going to the pot of water had boiled in an effort to purify it bit she dipped a rag into it and then gently washed and cleaned his arm. She did not say anything for sometime as she just gently tended to his wound, even still she could not help but look at his shirtless body watching the way the light played across his chest and shoulders. "You should be shooting with this hand in no time." she said softly.</div></blockquote>