Blackfeather Woods and what price will you pay?

It did not take long for the man to ascertain the damage. The tear in his shoulder wasn't fresh anymore and probably smelled of sour-mash, as infections often did. The mud and grime from Reyes' sleepless nights did not help matters. It was a good plan that Rowan had - getting him cleaned up in running water, giving them both time apart. 

Sounds good to me, Reyes answered somewhat roughly, and continued to slog his way across the terrain in search of this water source. He paused along the way though and murmured, thanks for helping me, with a little less gusto, although he did mean it. And you're serious about me stayin' here for a bit?

It was a kindness Reyes wasn't sure he deserved.