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Marshall Lye

"You were out for about two hours," he replied, looking at Syri. He stretched his arms, standing up from the sitting position he was in. "... Everything is okay." Marshall made a move to leave. "I'll be right back, I just need to go... Check on something." 

Marshall began to walk away from the camp, until he was out of sight. He stopped on top of a cliff, where he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a locket, a golden one with flowers imprinted on the front. He'd found it many days earlier, quickly recognizing it, as it had belonged to somebody important to him. 

Marshall opened up the locket. One one side, there was a scrap of paper, with words imprinted on it. Marshall could recognize the writing as his own, reading, 'To Daisy, from your big brother Marshy'. On the other side, a fifteen-year-old Marshall had his arm wrapped around a thirteen-year-old girl with brown hair, a smile on both of their faces. The two siblings looked so innocent and peaceful in the picture, as if they didn't have a care in the world. 

Marshall closed the locket, clutching it in his palm. He let out a deep, shattered breath, as he tried to collect himself. 

syri *she watchd him leave,until her was gone, she sat there stareing itno the flames,she feltlike she had regenaratedegery that was lost from her, but then she felt it so sudden, that she lmost couldent stop it* i gotta pee ! *she sqeuled and troted away from camp looking for a good spot, she spotted th boy, he was looking a something, it was shiney but the dark onl affered that, an his expression: upset,or maybe longing, but she dident dwell on it, she waited until she found a spot for away from the boy and reilvedherself*

*she as on her way back to camp when she tripped over something and she landed on herchest, her arms under her cushinnin her ait, she looked ackto seewhat shetrippedover,and it was a castchitshe scrabbled away and got toher feet,she kept moveing it was a chilling reminder that she wasent on  vaction,she was still in an eternal fight for her life*

*riggs troted upto her, his mouth kill* i swear if u could talk id love toknow ur secret fo removeing blood *She grinned and  kissed his forehead

Marshall Lye

He put the locket back in his pocket (now I sound like Dr. Seuss!), then brushed some of his hair out of his face. Marshall began to walk back to the camp, stuffing his hands in the pockets of hsi hoodie. It was getting rather nippy. 

That's when he spotted Syri, who was a little bit away from camp. He immediately became panicked, hoping she hadn't followed him and seen him mourning over his sister. "... Did you go somewhere?" he asked, rather calmly, looking at her curiously. He shivered a little bit, looking up at the sky, as it grew darker and darker. Marshall looked back at Syri. 

syri i had to um, use the bothroom? *she wasent sure the termanoligy and she diffently dident want to bring up she a himwith that shiney object though she was imensly curious about it, she hadent seen that emotion in him before* hows ur injuries?

Marshall Lye

"Oh, alright," he replied, looking away quickly. Of course, he should have assumed that she went to the bathroom. Marshall then looked back at Syri, listening to her question. "My injuries are fine. I don't feel them at all..." He the noticed a look in Syri's face. There was a curious, somehow suspenseful look in her eyes. "... If you want to ask me something, go ahead," he said quietly, inspecting the look. 

syri *her eyes flashed with suprised, he jut read her as if she had words on paper,she was impressed andunnerved bythat*do u hav anything shiney on u? i thought i saw somthing glemming inur pocket when i woke *parsuhal truth mosly lie, but she dident want him to think she was spying on him*

Marshall Lye

He sighed. "... Next time you spy on me, just say so," he muttered, digging in his pocket for the locket. He opened up the locket, then tossed it to her for her to look at. "... My sister, Daisy... I gave her that locket a long time ago. She wore it wherever she went. I... Found the locket a few days ago." He looked away quickly, his voice breaking a little bit. "I probably look like a wimp to you right now, but I don't care." 

syri *she examined it, the words,then the picture, the grl made her smile but it faded if the necklace ws gone the, she closed her eyes and shut the locket carefully, and wlaked up to  him and pressed it into his palm* u would onl look weak if u dident show emotion, if u face it u have the courage to *sh said softl, as if se actualy had somthing she had lsot but, that was it she walked bac over to the fire, she dident need a repliy to know the conversationsheouldent go on it was bringing up emotions, she wasent ready to comfert those emotions with him, shedident know him that well*

Marshall Lye

"... Thank you, Syri," he said quietly, putting the locket back in his pocket. He let out a small smile, covering his sadness. Marshall brushed his hair out of his face and looked at the sky. That's when he let out a small yawn, which he covered with his mouth. Marshall looked at the fire, which had turned into large embers. He picked up a large tree branch, throwing it into the embers and watched it catch on fire, watching as it grew a little larger, and a little warmer. 

"... I think I'm going to go to sleep. Wake me up if something happens." He curled up on the ground, putting his hood up for extra warmth. Marshall closed his eyes, and slowly drifted off into sleep. 

Monica went back to her fire with Bow at her side. She ate the soup quickly then put the fire out. She retrieved her bag then went to find Merri.

syri *she watced him sleep ad put the lanket over him to help him stay warm, she loiked ths spot or a camp the forest was i walking distance and well it was already kinda home, so she decidedd to start cleaing u the plce, she moved the corpses away, riggs would wanna finish them off until there were grosp with maggets, then looked around for useful ojects, never letting camp out of site in case he need her*

she found and ol iron bukle were they could washthere cloths in- what was all this we thinking, was she adoptig the boy he dide sav her lfe ut what if he dident want to stick around?

Marshall Lye

Marshall felt the blanket over him in his sleep, and he curled up even more, appreciating the warmth. He made a soft cough in his sleep, as he shivered a little more. Marshall felt suddenly very warm, and he sat up, breathing heavily. He sat up, coughing and pushing the blanket off of him. His body temperature had risen, and he felt rather light-headed.  

syri *she potted him it up then the couch she walked ack over leave the tub like thig behind* is vevrything ok, she thought maybe ewas just cokeingon some sou so shepulled out a water opened it and offered it him, he ws sweating, and his eyes sht ad opened s if he were dissyor light headed, she rsted on her knees looking at hm*

Marshall Lye

He took the water, and quickly gulped it down, spilling most of it. He put the empty bottle to the side, coughing and hugging his body. He laid down, trembling a little bit. The world was spinning, and he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing heavily. "... ... I'm... I'm fine," his voice came out hoarse, almost a whisper. "I'm fine..." 

syri *she craled around te fire and  pulled im into her lap, makeing sure he was onhis side incase he thew up , she held hm sclsoe trying to stop he terrible trembling* sure ur ok, and im a my little pony- fluttershy to be exact *beingclse tohi was weid but this wsent abut affection it was about helping an injured comarad *she pulled her back pck over, jut incase he need somthing she had, witchseemed unlikely*

Marshall Lye

He curled up, feeling the body warmth of Syri pouring into him. He furrowed his brow, making a small groaninig noise. He opened his eyes slightly, watching the world spin before him, only to squeeze them shut once again. He put one hand in his pocket, grabbing the locket, and gripped it tightly, as if he got the little strength he had from it. 

syri *she held im tigtl and wathed as he grasped somthing in his pocket she knew hat it was, it ade er smilesoftly but it faded- what was wrong with him? way he dieing? *she held him all threw outthe res o th night, the sun wasstarting to peek over the hills she wasent tired, she wasne ofthose people that as godona coupe hours of sleep, bu would he, didhe sleepat all?*

Marshall Lye

Over the night, he still felt horrible, but his temperature had dropped a few degrees. He hadn't slept all night, but after a few hours, he finally managed to sleep. His breathing had become more shallow, and his grip on the locket loosened. However, his body was still rather warm, and every now and then, a shiver would run through him. 

syri *he notice hewas awake and sat him up,she scooted away from him, and wentto get more wood forthe fire, when she returned she looked at him* mind telling me what that was about? *she said blowin on the embers to re awake the fire from itsslumber, the sky a mix of blue and yellow

Marshall Lye

He was quiet for a while, before finall clearing his throat. Not because he wanted attention, but because his throat felt like a ton of goo had been stuffed in it. Marshall let out a sigh. "... I just got sick. That's all." He coughed. "... It's the weather."