**"What the hell was that?! What if he was dangerous?!"** Violet scolded the older man as the two walked back to their nearby camp, the one in question had his arms crossed stoically. A moment of silence passed as the two walked, **"What, are you not just going to talk to me now?"**

A deep, frustrated sigh from Ronan. **"You're bein' too dramatic about this, darlin'."** He looked back over his shoulder in a foreboding sense, **"I don't trust 'em anymore than you do. That's why we'll move camp in the mornin'. Go further away, y'see?"** He knew that the boy could've posed a potential threat, but he didn't have the heart to kill him. It wasn't like the boy had directly attacked them.

And even if he had killed him, then Violet would complain about that _too._ 

With the question of moving camp in the air, she fell silent and followed behind him in a stride. Only a few feet later and both came to a suddenly stop. **"What? What is it?"**

**"I told ye to tend the fire,"** another frustrated sigh and not wasting another minute, Violet peered out from behind his shoulder, seeing an unfamiliar man by their campfire, **"I-I'm sorry, Ronan,"** was all she got out as the older man made his way to the younger one, giving a shout, **"Hey! And who the hell are you?!"**