She sprinted towards him, gently turning him around to see the wound.

He sheathed his sword without looking at her. His shirt was sticking to his back because of the blood. "There's a spring a few yards behind this tower," he replied, walking slowly toward the door. He was trying hard not to limp. "Unless either of you object, Im going to bathe."

She looked to Puck for help, her eyes wide and pleading. "Can you treat his wound?"

Ash heard and stopped, and swept a hand toward a far wall. "Theres a trunk with blankets and supplies in that corner. Make yourselves comfortable. I think were all going to be spending the night here." And then he left. After Ash was gone, Puck shook his head. "No, I don't think so..."

The trunk held several quilts, a few canteens, a quiver of arrows, and a bottle of dark wine that wasn't familiar. Puck went hunting for firewood and came back with an armful, plus a branch bearing strange blue fruits he swore were safe to eat.

She refused to eat the berries, unsure of how safe they truly were. She grabbed a quilt for him along with one for herself, sitting down she stared at the ground, deep in thought.

Puck cleared away flowers to make the campfire. "You're awfully quiet, Princess," Puck said as he arranged the firewood into a tepee. His narrowed green eyes shot her a knowing look. "In fact, you haven't said a word since his royal iciness left. What's wrong?"

"Whatever happened to you and Lin? Don't call me 'Princess', you used to call Lin that." She mutters, glancing up at him.

"She wanted to stay in the mortal realm." Puck snorted and shook his head. He made a quick gesture with his hand. The air shimmered, and the piles of branches turned into flowers. "Better?"

She hums in approval, going back to staring blankly at the ground.

"So," he began, once a cheerful fire crackled in the center of the room. "It seems Ive missed a lot since Ive been gone. Tell me everything."