Thread: I'm Coming Home ||| randomname98766789 x Iikaitlynii

Amelia watched the rest of them leave and suddenly, before he even moved towards her, she felt more nervous and afraid. It didn't help matters any when he took her knife and used it to slice at her shirt. The first time it didn't fall away, but the blade nicked her a little which caused her to wince. And then when it actually fell away after the second slice, she felt a mixture of anger, fear, worry, among many other things. Unable to look at him she was beginning to feel a small amount of anxiety. Over and over she tried to remind herself that if she had been captured by any other clan she'd likely be dead by now. Either that or they'd torture information out and then kill her. While she didn't necessarily believe her situation was much better, she wasn't dead yet, but did worry she would be the moment she became unuseful. Already afraid, his words didn't add much to her fear but still made it worse nonetheless. She wasn't quite sure what his game was though, purposefully saying it loud for her to hear. After a few moments when it seemed clear he really was going to, or at least she thought so, suddenly talking in her native language seemed stupid. If he was going to kill her she wanted to make it abundantly clear that she wouldn't have helped, and wasn't going to help them. She didn't know what they wanted, not from just asking her name, but either way she didn't plan on being helpful. Go ahead and do it. Your getting nothing from me, she growled despite the fact she still couldn't look at him. Seeing as she wasn't yet a seasoned warrior, she didn't have the resolve to endure as much pain as they likely could, nor could she force herself not to feel modest over her lack of clothing to cover herself. She felt more than a little out of her element and the lack of clothing only worsened her fear. -- Looking around, Clarke saw no bridge or anyway to get across walking. They could have swam, but neither of them had ever been in this sort of water before nor had the chance to learn to swim. It seemed unlikely they would get across, she thought, until Ryan piped up and suddenly pulled on a vine. Her frown slighted even more, but not too noticeably. Mostly this was because she wasn't sure it was completely safe. What choice did they really have though? They needed the supplies to survive and if this was the only way then they needed to take it. Watching, she braced herself as it looked like he was going to cross and had not been paying attention whatsoever when the object came flying her way. It was only at the last second, as he yelled her name, that she realized anything was wrong. And before she had time to react he had already pushed her out of the way and they both landed on some rocks. It took Clarke a few moments until her brain caught up to her and she realized how hurt he was and she found herself freaking out a little bit. It was no wonder that, in the history books, it said people in the medical field couldn't tend to loved ones. Probably because of reactions like she was having, she thought briefly. Over and over she tried telling him it would be okay. Carefully she tried to remove the spear, that way she could tie something around the wound. They needed to get back to camp. There wasn't much in the way of medical supplies but there was more there than they currently had with them. After slowly removing the spear, which didn't do much to relieve him of any pain, she ripped a strand of her shirt off to tie tightly around his shoulder in hopes to stop the bleeding. While he was much bigger than her, she hoped she could get him to his feet to travel back.