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It was painful to watch. Judith had never been a sympathetic person and skipped condolences, but watching Callie eat dirt was more a vicarious experience than something to laugh at. One fall seemed to lead into another. For a moment, Judith wasn't certain if the woman could remember how to walk. Between the yelling and the fumbling, it made one hell of a scene. Pebbles and stones preceding her entrance, Judith watched stoically as her accomplice managed a miracle. She made it to the end of the path. Judith didn't think worse for wear really covered Callie's condition at that point.
Glancing between the boathouse and Callie, Judith sighed with a weak smile. Trevor was taking his time, hopefully he had the common sense to get their bags. If not, Judith would send him back up after them. He probably wouldn't help her get Callie to the boat either, make up some shit excuse. Chivalry wasn't dead, it just never existed. Judith would call him an asshole, but he was helping them, so maybe he wasn't all that bad.
Crouching down, Judith examine the cut in her partner's cheek. "You look like hell." she jest lightly. "I don't suppose you can make those last couple of yards to the boat without help, can you?" she asked.
Glancing between the boathouse and Callie, Judith sighed with a weak smile. Trevor was taking his time, hopefully he had the common sense to get their bags. If not, Judith would send him back up after them. He probably wouldn't help her get Callie to the boat either, make up some shit excuse. Chivalry wasn't dead, it just never existed. Judith would call him an asshole, but he was helping them, so maybe he wasn't all that bad.
Crouching down, Judith examine the cut in her partner's cheek. "You look like hell." she jest lightly. "I don't suppose you can make those last couple of yards to the boat without help, can you?" she asked.