Jamie wiped the sweat off her brow. She left her palm on her forehead and shook her head to clear her head from the voices of her stomach. She glanced back to the ranger with new eyes, ones of empathy.
"No, I can't." She said with resolution, "I should take him to Mom and Dad. They'll know what to do."
Twilight was falling as Jamie picked up her captive up placing him across her abdomen like she has done with deer his head to her right side. She placed some webbing around him to reinforce him on her. Her eyes quickly adapted to the darkness as they did when she was in the cave. She then took him over to a creek and cupped water with her hands then poured it over his forehead hoping it would cool him down. Next, she carried him home with gentle grace in an effort to prevent further distress on him. Sure he was as limp as a wet rag, but she knew that he could still see. She feared that moving through the treetops might cause terrible motion sickness.
The drideress made it home and checke