Stitch in Time𓃒 𝐉. 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝑉𝐼𝑋. 𝐻𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑠

The man before the two women stared as they looked at him expectantly - the red-haired male sitting silently as they waited. Roselyn took a glance over at the injured male only to find he was already staring at her.

"I'm taking a guess you've done this before," he assumed, looking at the white-haired female whose mouth tugged upwards. "Well, Claire's the nurse out of the two of us," she admitted, avoiding the assumption - neither confirming or denying.

The male rose an eyebrow at her hidden answer, looking Claire up and down briefly. "Aye," he muttered, looking over to Roselyn who scrunched up her nose.

"I'm not a wet nurse," Claire clarified, and the red-haired male took this as his chance to look back over at the blue-eyed woman. "So, you never actually answered no to my assumption," he mused.

Roselyn tensed up at that, her muscles tensing up at the man's words and glanced over at Claire. "You mustn't move the joint for two or three days," Claire demanded, seeing her friend's distress and keeping the conversation on the man's injured shoulder and not on Roselyn.

"When you begin to use it again, go very slowly at first," Claire continued, giving Roselyn a glare in her direction as she remembered the last time Roselyn had dislocated a shoulder. It wasn't a pleasant sight.

"I needed to help them," Roselyn bit back quietly in response, eyes narrowed at the black-haired female. The male looked to the white-haired female curiously on what she meant, knowing he wasn't meant to hear what she had said.

"Stop at once if it hurts, and use warm compresses on it daily." Claire finished up with the straps, looking to Roselyn, who went over and tightened it more in spots Claire couldn't do properly due to the lack of strength.

"Alright," Roselyn muttered, moving to stand by Claire's side with her hands on her hips. "How does that feel?" Claire continued the sentence, the white-haired female's eyes now their regular shade of blue, and the brunette sighed in relief.

Her eyes now not being bright blue meant that Roselyn didn't see herself or Claire in any danger at the moment. "Better. Thank ye. Both of ye," Jamie said, giving his gratitude to the both of them. "Can you ride?" Dougal's question resided in their ears, Roselyn assuming that they'd leave the two of them there.

"Aye." The ginger didn't even hesitate to agree to the question, ready to get a move on. The white-haired female held her hands interlaced with one another, clasped together in an 'innocent' way to prevent herself from saying or doing anything that could result in a different ending than she wanted.

Which was to leave these men.

"Good. We're leaving."

He threw a brown blanket Jamie's way, who had it land in his lap and Roselyn gave Claire a look, grabbing her wrist and attempting to go in the corner as they would watch them leave. Jamie stood up, and the white-haired female's eyes widened slightly at how tall the ginger man actually was. It was intimidating at first, but she couldn't press on that factor as they could finally leave.

He walked over to where they were, so did their saviour.

Roselyn glared the best she could, but the dark blue gaze of Jamie held steadily unfazed. His uninjured arm finding its way at the bottom of her waist, guiding her along towards the door without her willingness. "I think I'm good staying in this little house here," she grumbled, standing in the way from the door, trying to move away from the ginger, but he wouldn't let her.

"You're making it harder than it needs to be," Claire called, being behind her as the man at her side guided her around the two and into the rain to his horse. "Not my fault we were kidnapped," Roselyn huffed out, moving along begrudgingly as Jamie kept himself by her side, like a bodyguard or to make sure she wouldn't run away which she wouldn't do without Claire.