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"Do you think you'll be able to stitch them up yourself? I don't mind helping." She smiled the slightest. "I'll take the bullets out, you need rest." Something seemed off about him, Korbin didn't usually act like that. He almost seemed afraid. She was hurt when he didn't take her hand. The man could barely walk, what was he trying to prove to her? Shaking her head she walked towards the fire. "What do you mean what happened? We were attacked." She spoke as she sat down and looked up at him. The fire bringing a nice subtle warmth. "Nothing is happening to me Korbin... Am I not allowed to step up and help you fight?" She met his eyes. "You're always getting hurt to protect me. And that hurts me...So I decided to start helping. And don't say you didn't need help...You would have died tonight if I wasn't there." She sighed. "And that's something I wouldn't be able to handle..." She muttered. Looking into the fire. She clenched her jaw and exhaled sharply as she dug around in the dirt and picked at the small roots in the ground. "Go get some rest. You seem to need it more than I do. I'll stand guard tonight. The sun should be rising soon anyway..." She sighed and smirked sadly as she continued to watch the fire.