Redsand Canyon down and out over the mount

tysm for the thread, twas a blast! (for me, not so much for colin maybe)

As he descends, he can't help but turn back to steal look at Finley, who was nursing her wounds. He thinks, distantly, that he should do the same to his scrapes. He spits blood and saliva to the side before continuing on his way.

He's too tired to deal with his usual melange of thoughts-- for once, he allows himself the simple luxury of existing. Nothing more, nothing less.