Redhawk Caldera woke up feeling like a new james dean.

She admitted it! A smile curled across his lips, in spite of all the vitriol they'd just spewed at each other. She would've come. His hurt and anger was suddenly a lot easier to keep buried as he kept pace with her. "Well, shit..." he said quietly, "All that for nothin'." It wasn't a confession of wrong-doing on his part, but it was somewhat an acknowledgement that he was indeed a dumb ass.

"I came to bring you those plants," Penn answered simply, "I heard you got laid up while you were off gallivanting and thought they might help. I know they're hard to come by, especially with Winter being such a bitch this year." He paused, then looked over at her again, "Where did you end up, anyway? I caught your trail going East, but lost it by a river. Good work, by the way." He added the last without sarcasm--he really had been impressed that she'd covered her tracks so well.