Shadewood The longest Yard

She shrugged a bit at his question and looked away. It wasn't so easy for her to absolve herself of the guilt, even with his assurance that she shouldn't apologize. I don't know, Effie started. I shouldn't have wandered off so far, and maybe if I was better at tracking, I might have been able to find you sooner. Instead, she had wandered alone and worried, searching for any sign that she might be on the right track. 

And it seemed he had searched for her as well. Her face wrinkled with guilt when she thought about how worried he must have been too. She hated the idea of Rye being alone and searching like she had been. And he had skipped meals making his way here much like she had, which only made her feel worse. 

She smiled at him when he asked if she wanted to rest. For the first time since they had been separated, she actually felt like she could rest. Effie nodded. Yes, I would like that, she answered. This was a lot emotionally on top of how weary she had already been, so by this point, she was feeling pretty exhausted. Still, she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep just yet. She wanted to talk to Rye, hear him speak and assure herself that this was all real and not some dream her mind had given her as a much needed respite during a rare moment of sleep.