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Chapter two

a/n: idk I like writing this :)

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Azriel had been following (y/n) in complete silence for at least an hour as they searched for fresh water, she claimed that 'so long as she had a readily supply of water, they would be completely fine and she could get that poison out his system,' what that meant, he had no idea. They hadn't stopped once and Azriel could feel himself beginning to lag, the pain in his side overcoming him, his wings starting to drag, the stitches it turned out were extremely thin vines she had precured from cauldron knows where, and she had fashioned an unnaturally durable pine needle to work like regular needle and clumsily applied stitches to his side. He would have to ask how she managed that later.

As Azriel followed her he took in as much information about her as he could, the task keeping him occupied during the long, boring walk. She had apologised for tearing his clothes and promised to stitch them back up when she could, but hadn't offered him her jacket, he presumed she was simply too selfish to care, however as she walked he noticed her muttering to any plants she had to cut out the way, stroking them as if they were injured animals, so maybe it was just him she hated, not that he was her biggest fan either. He badly wanted to ask her how she had taken down those monsters, but he didn't feel the time was right, perhaps when they were sitting, and he wasn't in excruciating pain he could ask her.

"Hey! Slow coach! I think I hear running water so hurry your ass up!" he was pulled from his thoughts by her loud yell, his wings instantly lifting back up, growling at the insults she threw out so carelessly and quickening his pace, following along after her as she spewed countless apologies to the plants she was cutting out the way.

"You are aware that plants can't talk right?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at the fierce glare she gave him, oh I struck a nerve.

"Not to you maybe." She said, speeding up her pace again.

"Why do you have to walk like you're running a marathon? You're remembering I was just stabbed right?"

"It's a mixture of caffeine, anxiety and holding myself back from stabbing you. Again."

"But then you'd be stuck here," he pointed out, enjoying the huff she gave him.

"I said I was holding myself back for a reason, or are you deaf and stupid?" She asked stomping ahead of him, he rolled his eyes, remembering why they had been walking in silence again, this girl could give Amren a run for her money in sheer grumpiness. They walked along in silence for five minutes until (y/n) gave a gleeful cheer ahead of him. He caught up to her and saw her staring at a deep, clear river, with a small sand bank leading to it, the water separating one side of the island from another.

"Okay, we have water now at least, any ideas for food?" he asked watching as she grabbed a handful and brought it to her lips, sipping suspiciously,

"It's fresh!" she cheered, "and as for food, I'm sure I can grow something and you can fish or something if you must, just keep them away from me." He furrowed his eyebrows at her.

"You don't eat fish?" he asked,

"I don't eat animals,"

"Why?" he struggled to keep the judgement from his tone,

"Shockingly its hard to eat something once it's spoken to you." She said with that same sarcastic attitude, just making him more confused, before kneeling on the riverbank and scooping up more water to drink.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I don't need to tell you anything," was all she replied, mocking his words from earlier, "now sit, you shouldn't move too much with that wound, I'm going to get us food."