Stitch in Time𓃒 𝐉. 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫

𝑋. 𝑀𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒

The white-haired female frowned as she looked over at Claire - the black-haired female giving her a sympathetic expression as her curly hair hid her from mostly everyone around her. It took a while, but Jamie had indeed captured the pale beauty and had her placed back upon the same horse as the man who had wrestled her to the ground not that long ago.

"You put up quite a fight back there," the ginger mused into her ear, Roselyn tensing up and pulling away in response. "It's not like I was given a choice," she muttered, not knowing how to feel that Claire had used her vulnerable state to get her out of there.

"Why? Because she ordered you to do it? What changed from not leaving her behind?" Jamie questioned; Roselyn's mouth pressed in a firm line not wanting to answer him. Jamie didn't get to press further as he let out a small groan, pulling a hand up to press on his wounded shoulder.

"Serves you right," Claire grumbled out, glaring at the male who had brought back her friend. "Probably tore your muscles as well as bruising." 

Jamie eyed the older woman with a raised eyebrow, before turning back to focus on the top of the white-haired female's head and where the horse was going.

"It wasn't much of a choice," he stated. "If I hadn't moved my shoulder, I'd never have moved anything else ever again." The ginger's eyes narrowed at the back of Roselyn's head as she stared straight on - waiting for them to come to a stop. 

"And with her running off like that, I had to use it."

Roselyn let out a scoff, crossing her arms. She knew that in no circumstance in the war - if you had grabbed a prisoner, there was absolutely no way you'd let them go. Her blue eyes flashed with fear as an image popped in her head. She never wanted to go back there again.

She refused.

Jamie met with the rest of them, Dougal letting out a small smile at a very grumpy blue-eyed female and a meek brunette. "Besides, you can fix it for me again when we get to where we're going."

"That's what you think," Claire huffed out, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, I wasn't talkin' about ye, lassie. I was talking about the woman riding with me," Jamie corrected, Roselyn scrunching her nose up in confusion and looking up at the man behind her. 

"I don't have the experience required to keep helping you out. I have the basics, but Claire's the nurse here," Rose muttered, denying the male of his request.

"Here's to you, Lassies! For tipping us to the villains in the rocks and giving us wee bit o' fun!"

A man raised his drink, speaking in their language of Gaelic before the drink had been handed around to Murtagh, then Claire and finally, Jamie. The man who was riding with Roselyn took a sip of the flask, pushing his hand in front of the lady he was with and placed his head on her shoulder.

"Have a wee nip," he encouraged, giving her a stern expression as if he'd push her off the horse if she didn't. Roselyn looked over to the man who owned the flask, the look on his face told her he was slightly deflated at the thought of his whole drink being drained by others.

"It willna fill your belly, but it will make ye forget you're hungry." Jamie whispered, urging her on to the best of his ability. Roselyn furrowed her eyebrow in question before gaining the man's attention despite her stomach growling in protest of having no food. "Is it okay if I have a little?"

The man looked to be quite off guard with her question, giving her a small, appreciative smile. "Of course, lass. We're almost there so I can refill it there anyways."

With that, she let the ginger pour the liquid down her throat, coughing slightly at the unfamiliar feeling. Passing the now almost empty bottle back to the owner, Roselyn gave a small nod. "Thank you," she trailed off, not knowing his name. "Angus," he greeted.