As they walk along the forest terrain, fidgeting about Willfrith removes an arrow from his quiver. Waving it lightly, letting it brush against the trees and bushes around him. A few steps behind him, Bridget's patience has been ticking away slowly since he started fiddling around. Her brow flinches, as she squeezes her eyes shut at the sound of Wilfrith's whistling-hum combination. Deviously glaring from behind, Bridget sneaks up on him, cleverly matching his pace. She slowly places a hand over his shoulder, stunning Willfrith to a halt. ''Willfrith, my good friend. Are you a wondering performer by chance?'', Bridget questions with an eerie grin. Daring not to look behind, he shakily replies, ''N...n..not that I..I kn...know of'', ''Well in that case...!'', Bridget suddenly pauses. Her grip tightens around his shoulder. ''Huh?!'', Willfrith exclaims in confusion just as Bridget pulls him into the bushes by a nearby tree. "What the heck?!". Leaning over him and pinning him beneath her, Bridget covers his mouth as she places a finger to her lips, ''Shhh'', she whispers, her gaze steady and unbreaking. Willfrith settles down and waits for her to finish her surveyance when she rolls off next to him and points up with her thumb at the tree they are hiding behind. Turning his attention to the tree, dread washes over Willfrith. He swallows down hard at large scratches imprinted into the bark. 

Bridget mimes to Willfrith with her hands for a retreat. With a nod, they both carefully back out of the area. Finally, after creating some distance, they lean against a tangled bunch of large tree roots, feeling weak at the knees before slumping to the ground as they breathe a sigh of relief. ''Man, it had to be a GreyBear of all things!'', Willfrith excitedly exclaims while reaching out to Bridget. ''Hahaha, I know! Hey, but don't you think it's wandered a bit too close?'', her eyebrows furled in thought. ''It's probably just passing by. Can you pass over the waterskin please'', calmly brushing the concern aside as he starts chugging down on some water to quench his nagging thirst. Bridget pulls out a strip of dried meat and starts chewing on it when she hears this annoyingly loud breathing. Thinking that it's Willfrith she mumbles to him with her mouth full, ''Shu...u..p''. Willfrith ignores her and carries on drinking, but the breathing carries on getting louder and louder. With her cheeks full, she turns to Willfrith while grumbling in annoyance. Willfrith breathes out a refreshed sigh when he finally notices her and jolts back a little at her flushed chipmunk-like face. Bridget quickly swallows before asking worriedly ''Do you hear that?''. Puzzled by her question he squints his eyes, listening intently to their surrounding, ''Ooh, I hear it. It sounds... like it's getting, closer''. In that moment an ear-shattering roar pierces through the forest.

Looking at each other wide-eyed, a cold sweat builds across their brow They nod slightly and then peer over the large root behind them. Staring back at them was the cold gaze of a GreyBear crouched in the bushes, sending shivers down their spines as they meekly pull back. ''It saw us right?'', Willfrith calmly asks, ''yep, it definitely saw us''. ''Hmm, I see, so run?'', Willfrith suggests, gesturing with an open palm and a civilised aristocratic smile. Bridget, in turn, follows suit with a charming proper smile and tone, ''Yes run''. They dash out from their cover spurring the bear to hurtle in pursuit. The forest scenery, passing their view in a blurry haze as they dart through.  Willfrith takes a quick glimpse behind. The raging three-meter bear with bone hooks protruding from its shoulders, ripping through the trees and bushes was still hot on their trail. His gaze snaps forward, ''Why did we have to get the angriest damn bear in the whole forest!!!'', he cries out. ''Bridget what's the plan?!'', ''Plan? What are you talking about? Just run for now!'', ''Whaaaaat, that's the plan? Why only in these moments do you sound like me!!!''. 

As they sprint through the forest. Jumping and leaping over obstacles. The bear eventually catches up to Willfrith, taking a swipe at his back, missing by only a few centimetres. ''Damn it! Why did I open my big mouth and make that stupid bet!'', he complains when his foot gets caught on a stray root, sending him tumbling to the ground. Hurriedly, he tries to get back up again but the bear was already looming over him from behind. Under the bear's shadow, Willfrith grew stiff and the hairs on his neck stood on end as the hot breath of the beast brushed up against his skin. Bridget skidds to a halt and immediately turns back, but is struck by his fearful teary gaze. In a panic, she cries out, ''WILL, LOOK OUT!!!''. Willfrith wails in pain as the GreyBear sank its teeth into his shoulder. Its slobber mixing with the crimson blood spilling out of the torn flesh and crushed bones caught in its maw. The sight of Wilfrith drained the colour from Bridget as her hands grew cold and her legs trembled in place. ''Bridg..et... ahh...Bridget.. huff ..ahhh.. snap..huff...out of it...''. Snaping back to reality, her mind races as she looks around trying to figure out what to do, when she spots a tree stump near the bear.

Taking a deep steadying breath, Bridget exhales, leaning into a sprinting position. She gives Willfrith one last look before rushing towards the stump. With light footsteps, using the stump as a stepping stone, she leaps over the bear. Time seemed as if it had slowed around her. The sound of her thundering heart was all that she heared as she pulled out a dagger from her boot and aimed it at the bear's eye, ''Please make it, please reach'', She repeated like a mantra in her mind. The blade cuts past Willfrith taking a lock of hair with it and hits its mark. Recoiling in pain the bear growls as it stands on its hind legs, releasing its grip on Willfrith and dropping him to the ground. Bridget sprints from her landing and grabs Willfrith by his other arm, fleeing hastily while the bear is distracted.

They manage to escape and find themselves at a pond deep within the Greywoods. Bridget gently lays Willfrith against a moss-covered boulder as she kneels beside him. With teary eyes and a trembling voice, she asks, ''W..w..illfrith are y..you..'hic' hic'..?'', her glistening tears begin to stream down her flushed sweaty skin as she buries her face into her quivering hands. Wincing in pain Willfrith turns slightly towards Bridget and gently lifts her face while wiping her tears away with his thumb. ''huff... ah..Bri..Bridget, I'm fine... huff.. it's okay..'', he weakly reassures her as he looks into her eyes, trying to calm her down. Just as she begins to relax, Willfriths hand falls limply as he passes out from the blood loss. Bridget's adrenaline spikes prompting her to hastily tear open his blood-soaked shirt, then pull out the muslin rag kept in her pocket and press it firmly against his open wounds. ''WILL! WILL! Come on Will, WAKE UP! WILL!'', she shouts out in alarm. Coming to consciousness, disoriented Willfrith feebly replies, ''You...called''. She breathes out a slight sigh of relief then speedily asks, ''What should I do Will?!", ''Oh yeah...right. Yo...'cough', 'cough'!'' Willfrith tries to answer but is cut short as his eyes begin to slowly close again. ''WILL! PLEASE! PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER FOR JUST A BIT LONGER!'', Bridget cries out in an effort to try and keep him awake. With his eyes almost shut he mumbles out to Bridget, ''Cri..mson...vi..le''., ''NO! Will, stay...awake''. 

Suddenly remembering something Wilfrith had told her, she searches his pockets in a rush to find a pouch with several small vials, each holding a peculiar liquid. She takes the one which had a bright crimson hue and hastily feeds its contents to him. A few minutes go by while Bridgets waits impatiently as she continues to press on the blood-soaked rag. Suddenly, Willfrith's skin begins to warm, and his breath quickens. He jolts awake, holding Bridget's hand down on the rag as he yells out in agony. In her panicked confusion, Bridget holds Willfrith close while gently patting his back until he was calm enough to speak. ''Bri..dget.. hurry, and start... a fire'', Willfrith whispers weakly. Bridget quickly starts a small fire, constantly glancing back to check on him. As the minutes ticked by his condition only seemed to worsen. Willfrith's veins began to bulge against his red, sweaty complexion and his eyes turned painfully bloodshot and teary as his body temperature increased, all while he struggled to stay conscious. 

When the fire was finally hot enough Bridget rushes over to Willfrith's side, ''Now...'huff'... heat your...blade...'huff'... in the fi..!'', ''Will!'', Bridget cried worriedly. She hastily placed the blade of her dagger in the fire. After a few minutes, Willfrith mumbled into Bridget's ear as she leaned forward, ''Huff'...cough, now, burn the wound closed..'huff''huff'...''. Bridget's breath catches in her throat, her eyes darting to the scorching blade, ''Wi.. Will are you sure?!'', she asks concerningly before heading to the fire. After wrapping her hand in some fabric from her inner shirt, Bridget carefully picks up the dagger by its leather handle and walks over to Willfriths side. She kneels and holds the blade over the wound, her hands quivering in place. ''Bridget hurry!'' Willfrith urged as he removed the bloody rag exposing his torn flesh. Gripping the blade resolutely Bridget grits her teeth as she presses the searing blade against his wound. The sizzling sound of blood boiling and the smell of flesh burning melded with Willfrith's muffled screams as he bit down on the bloody rag.

Peeling the blade away from his skin, allowed Willfrith a moment to catch his breath again. ''Brace yourself Will'', she says gently before sealing the rest of his wounds. Willfriths voice had become hoarse and faded by the end of it all, as he slumped back with ragged breaths. Bridget tossed the blade aside and gently caressed Wilfriths cheek as she pleaded regretfully, ''I'm so sorry! I'm so so sorry Will!''. Willfrith could barely make out a hazy image of Bridget before his body gave in to exhaustion.

The next time Willfrith opened his eyes, his vision adjusted to the starry night sky above, coupled with the soft hum of Bridget's melody in the background as she tended to the fire beside him. He took a look around, it seemed they were still at the lake, when he noticed the strong aroma of herbs wafting up his nose from beneath his bandaged wounds. His eyes softened, a small smile spreading across his face when he saw how carefully wrapped they were. Slowly reaching out to Bridget's back, Willfrith calls out to her in a soft raspy voice, ''Hey, Bridget''. Bridget drops what she is doing and turns back, leaping into a hug. Willfrith winces from the embrace but shortly after starts to rub and pat Bridget's back as she squeezes him tightly. ''Bridget it's okay now, I'm alright'', He whispers to her. Bridget pulls away sniffling, with her teary green eyes and red nose, she stares into Willfrith's and smiles broadly with relief. The soft gleams of moonlight illuminating them from above, made her tears seem like glittering jewels to Willfrith, who thought to himself, ''How lovely you look bathed in moonlight, you worn-out tomboy''. 

All of a sudden, his mouth was stuffed full with a honey bun while Bridget went over to the fire where she had some medicinal tea brewing and pours some out into two cups. ''Hear you go Will, you must be famished after three days'', ''So it's been three days huh? Uhm, Bridget, what exactly is that?'', He asks wearily starring at the contents of the cup being passed to him, ''Don't worry, this right here is gonna fix you riiiiiiiight up'', Bridget insists before taking a sip from her own cup.  Following her lead, Willfrith is surprised by its sweet soothing taste. With a cool smile, Bridget observes as he lowers his cup, ''Told you it would fix ya'', she cheekily comments, continueing to sip on her tea. For a while, Willfrith holds onto the cup, lost in thought, taking absentminded sips. In the meantime, Bridget was already finished with her tea and had come over to his side with a small tin, a bowl filled with water and a clean rag draped along her shoulder. As she unbound his bandages, Willfrith glances her way apologetically from behind his hanging fringe. "Forgive me, Bridget", he pleads with a pained expression. Bridget pauses and takes his hand into hers as she tells him, ''There is nothing to forgive. I'll have your back just like you'll always have mine''. In response, Willfrith gently squeezes her hand back. Gazing up tenderly at him, Bridget gently brushes his hair away while tears trail down his cheeks. He makes eye contact with her as he whispers, ''Thank you, Bridget'', his voice filled with gratitude. Slightly taken aback after realising how close she is to Wilfrith,  causes both of them to shrink back, with their cheeks flushed. The way Bridget sheepishly covered her face with her hair brings out a soft chuckle from Willfrith, lightening the awkward atmosphere a bit.

After tending to his wounds and tucking him under the blanket, Bridget lays out her bedding. ''By the way, what was that vile you made me give you?'', she asks curiously as she gets under her blanket. ''...The Berserker Brew'', he answers, staring off into the starry night. Sensing the seriousness in his tone, Bridget listens on. ''It was supposed to be a tonic that increases your stamina and numbs away any and all pain, for a time'', ''Buuut?!'', Bridget interrupts. Turning his gaze to her, he continues, ''Yes, I know. it didn't quite turn out the way I had hoped''. He chuckles to himself, turning back to his stargazing. "Mum, looks like I need to practice my tonic brewing more when I get back", he thinks to himself, letting out an exasperated sigh.

Lifting himself up to a sitting position Willfrith could no longer ignore the daggers being cast his way, ''And what exactly is it you're doing?'', a hint of sarcasm in her tone. Willfrith casual grins but his eyebrows furrow slightly with worry, ''What? I should be able to get up by myself for a cup of water!''. Seeing the twitch in her brow, Willfrith decides to abandon the idea entirely, ''On second thought, I'll just relax like this for a little longer'', ''Wise choice'', Bridget brings Wilfrith some water and sets it to his side. As she lies on top of her blanket, she joins Willfrith in stargazing as they chatter away for a while longer accompanied by the songs of the forest and the crackling of the fire. Before falling off completely to sleep Bridget reaches out her hand to Willfrith, asking if she could hold his. Willfrith's eyes soften as he stares carringly at Bridget, as she peacefully slumbers away. He reaches out  his hand and holds onto hers, gently caressing her skin with his thumb, ''Goodnight Bridget''.