It was in front of us - Micah Bell

Potential

You and Micah didn't make much conversation on the way back to his camp. You were both more focussed on keeping an eye out for the law.
The camp was well out of the way, off the path and down a slope. Seems Micah had some common sense, no law would think to look there.

Upon entering the camp, you dismounted your horses and you took in the place.

"This is cosy." You said, complimenting the little camp.

"You don't like it, you know where Dutch's camp is." He retaliated nastily. Clearly taking your compliment for sarcasm.
You were a little taken back but you didn't retaliate as nastily as he had.

"I was being serious but...okay." You said shyly as you patted January.

You heard him grumble to himself, probably out of slight embarrassment that he was wrong. He went to sit by the dried up fire and attempt to relight it. You saw him reach for his jacket that was by the shelter and search for presumably his matches.
Whilst he was doing this, you grabbed some scattered sticks, put them down on the ashes from the previous fire and used your own matches to light it.

He looked up and saw you had already lit the fire. With a sarcastic sigh, he dropped his jacket and shuffled forward, closer to the fire to warm himself.

After a moment of silence, he began to fiddle with his face. Becoming slightly more aware of the bruises and cuts.

"Ginseng." You said to him in a gentle tone. Almost a whisper.
"What?" He snapped back.
"Ginseng. It's real good for healing. I have some if you-" you went to offer but he cut you off.
"Absolutely not. You'll probably poison me." His insult hurt you slightly but you brushed it off.
"I don't carry much poison Mr.Bell. And I'd never poison you anyway." You responded as you looked at him then down to your hands.

Looking over to you, he saw how dejected you seemed. With a roll of his eyes, he agreed.

"Agh, if you're gunna sulk about it, then fine! Get the damn Ginseng." He complained as he threw his arms in the air.
Your face lit up and a smile appeared on your face as you got up and went to the saddlebag that was on January.

As you came back you knelt down closer to him, with a bowl and a smooth stone to crush the plants. He watched as you ploughed the plants in the bowl. He noticed that you added different plants to the mixture but he didn't say anything. Not yet anyway.

"Okay, eat." You said as you knelt up and held the bowl out to him.

"You added something." He said sharply as he pushed the bowl away slightly.

With a sigh, you reached a hand into the bowl, scooped some up and ate them.
He looked at you with wide eyes.

"As I said, I wouldn't poison you Mr.Bell." You reassured him.

He took the bowl with a grumble. As he ate the herbs, he had a very disgusted expression plastered on his face.

"Tastes like grass." He complained as he chewed.

As he continued to eat, he heard you giggling. Looking across as you, he saw you had your hand to your mouth. Laughing.

"What are you laughing at O'Driscoll?" He snapped as he finished the bowl and slammed it down.

As you took your hand from your mouth, you continued to laugh but eventually got to explain yourself.

"When you said 'Tastes like grass'. Just made me laugh." You said as you continued to laugh.

He watched as you laughed at his comment. Listening to your laugh made him smile slightly and chuckle to himself. It was nice that someone actually found him funny.