Re-l considered punching him, partially to relieve her feelings and also because at least he would sleep if she knocked him out. But he was holding his head as though it were hurting him, and she didn't particularly feel like adding to his list of complaints. Not right now, anyway.

She grabbed the front of his coat instead, pushing him down onto the closest rock. Being gentle did not occur to her.

"You, sit." She grabbed her pack and opened it. The blanket he had made for her was still in there, and she pulled it out, looking for food. She still had an apple and some stale bread. It would have to do.

She cut the apple up quickly and gave him a slice.

"Eat it."