He simply gave a nod and picked her up. But he glanced back at his gone friend, Elias. He missed him already, despite the guy being a little superstitious.

Sam hugs Jack tightly, clinging onto him and shutting her eyes tightly. Ryan could fight all he wanted. After seeing what it could do, Sam was done with it. She hoped Ryan would be safe if he decided to stay as well.

Ray finally gets down from their tree, wincing as they pulled a muscle. They head to a river they knew was nearby, planning on washing the blood off before moving. Again. Ray limps to the river, hating that they had to leave Jack and hating that they had left on a bad note.

Jack took Sam back to her brother, mind and heart sad and full of anger at the same time.
'How could I have been such an idiot? I always have great judgment... . But I must've been getting quite stuck up, or I wouldn't have made such an awful mistake... and it cost Elias's life... It's all my fault.'

Ryan was at Sam's side in an instant. "What happened? Did someone hurt you? Who was it?"
Sam stays quiet, not trusting herself to speak without breaking down. So Ryan started the yes or no game. "Was it Jack?" She shook her head no. "Someone we don't know?" Sam shakes her head again. "Ray?" Sam nods at this one and Ryan was about to give everyone an 'I told you so' but thought better of it. Instead he gives Sam a hug and tells her he would protect her while silently vowing if he ever saw Ray again, the thief would die.

Once Ray washed up, he found that he had been bruised and broken in a few places. He had a few broken ribs, his arm wasn't responding as readily as it had been before, and he had twisted his ankle. Ray looks at the long gash that ran along his forearm. His fingers were tingling. That couldn't be a good sign. Ray finished cleaning himself and at least his shirt off before heading to his hide out. He bandaged himself up as best he could, and hung his shirt out to dry, before attempting to stitch his arm up. He gave up trying to do that quickly, and decided he would go to Jack for help. After all, Jack would understand. He had to.

Jack left the siblings, since he wanted them to have some time together so Sam could calm down. He himself went on a walk, deciding to get out of the castle because the place suddenly seemed so ... claustrophobic. Leaning on the outer wall, he touched the small wounds still there from were the darts had hit. He remembered the kiss Ray had given him, but he only grit his teeth at the memory.

Ray went in search of Jack. He debates with himself if he should go inside the castle and see if Jack was there. Luckily, Jack made up Ray's mind for him. Ray spots Jack and runs, or rather limps, up to him, greeting him with a hug. "Jack, hi!" He pulls back, shivering from the contact with Jack's armor, and quickly explains his situation, "I'm hurt. Can you help me?" He gestures to his injured arm. His shoulder and forearm had been sliced and he had done his best to bandage his wounds up but it was awkward with only being able to use one arm. He needed help. And Ray trusted Jack to help because Jack was Ray's friend.

Jack stared down at Ray, silent. His eyes dulled and staring with no movement at him.

Ray flinched involuntarily and looks confused. "Are you alright?" Ray asks, checking Jack over, suddenly worried that Jack had been hurt and he needed Ray's help.

He said nothing, suddenly the boy picking him up and putting him over a shoulder; still silent. He was in no mood to speak to Ray. He simply walked toward his home in the near by village, he knew his mother would be home.

Ray grunts softly in surprise but otherwise makes no other noise. They wonder where they are going but decide not to ask since Jack didn't seem in a talkative mood. So Ray simply sits tight and tries to make sure they don't bleed out. In a few moments, however, Ray begins to loose consciousness.