adam and rebekah

Mood: 

Weird

Who: Adam and Rebekah
When: late afternoon
Where: in camp

Rebekah had gone nearly two days now without food, and just the bare minimum of water that she'd stolen into camp to drink in the middle of the night. She'd crouched where it had been stored, wide blue eyes looking out into the darkness as the wolves howled. They sounded wild and free, and voices whispered to her to run out and join them. To give in, she was damned anyway, and leave all this behind. What was a couple more months? All her work was gone. But she hadn't. She'd walked the long walk back to the boathouse, the wind whipping her long hair around, and nothing came to claim her. She slept fitfully on the floor in the corner, and spent a good chunk of the morning standing calf-deep in the water and watching it ripple.

But eventually hunger and weakness won out. If she didn't go to eat now, she wouldn't be able to later. So Rebekah made her slow way back toward camp, stopping every so often to kneel and rest. She kept her head down, dirty hair hanging in her face, using the edges of tents for support when she got that close.

Mood: 

Uncomfortable

Who: Adam and Rebekah
Where: Chapel
When: Around midday

Adam wasn't the type of man who could sit around and do nothing whilst there was work to be done, but yet he felt a sense of responsibility towards Rebekah since he's carried her out of the burning building, especially since she'd been unconscious ever since. And so it was that he'd moved from group to group all morning, helping out where he could and where was needed and in between times returning to the chapel to check on her and talk with the doctor, whenever he got the opportunity. Right now was one such time - he'd taken a break from work to grab a glass of water and he sipped at it, sitting a few feet away from where Rebekah lay on the floor.

Rebekah had been blissfully unconscious and undreaming since her rescue. Really since before the rescue was complete, so when thoughts began to slowly wake up in her brain and bubble to the surface, she expected there to still be fire around her. For a brief second, she could almost feel it, the searing heat that would last her through all eternities. What she didn't expect was there to be hard cool floor under her. Her throat was raw and her abdomen ached from coughing in her "sleep". Her eyebrows twitched faintly as she became more aware of things, and she stirred before they actually opened. To take in a wooden ceiling. What?

Who: Adam and Rebekah
When: mid morning
Where: Rebekah's room

Rebekah had lost all sense of time. The light coming through her stained-glass window looked distorted. Warped. She couldn't tell what time of day it was, only that it wasn't dark anymore. Though she doubted she'd really slept, she was sure she'd been unconscious at one or two points, but she'd lost track. Not that she was paying it much mind anyway. She had better things to do. She was hunched over the part of her desk she'd cleared as a work table, surrounded by sawdust, her hair pulled back into a messy braid. Blue eyes locked on the blade of the tiny tool she was using, she added another crease into the knuckle of the wooden hand in front of her. They were almost finished.

The owner of the hands in question knocked softly on the door. He'd stayed away - he hadn't meant to upset her - but he couldn't do that indefinitely. He'd thought long and hard about it and come to the conclusion that it was in nobody's interests for them to simply avoid each other. And it would be the right thing to do to offer an apology. And so he'd located her room and now he waited.