She noticed the slight tension, her brows furrowing slightly as she said nothing. At the end of road there was a figure. It turned towards them and it would become clear it was a Plaguer.
She was quiet, looking around for a moment before grabbing something from an alleyway and starting towards the man. He slowly went towards her, his eyes wide and crazy with the plague.
She held a rusty pipe in her hands, and looked back at him with a frown before continuing. She sped up a bit, and once they got close the man tried to grab her, but promptly swung the pipe at his head.
The man was knocked down with that one hit, but she gave one more for good measure before throwing the pipe away.
"Jesus. You didn't need me at all," he said conversationally, looking down at the Plaguer. "Why didn't you do that last time?"
She looked back at the man on the ground. Apparently she was struggling to speak again, her brows furrowed.
She looked away from the body, keeping her eyes on Emerson now. She didn't want to look at it again, or any more than she had to.
He frowned, studying her for a moment before reaching a hand out to her. "Come on," he said gently. "Let's go look for some lavender."
His hand was large and it closed around hers gently, helping her get to more stable ground before letting go. "Come on," he said gently. "We'll find some lavender and then we'll head back. Okay?"
