When she'd sent her guy for food, she wasn't sure if he knew for Bass or for herself; she supposed that agreeing to Jeremy's offer wasn't a bad one. He wouldn't do anything to her, especially with Miles there, right? She'd always trusted Bass to make sure she was protected in the more subtle ways, but now they were all on the same side - he'd just said so.

"Okay."

She left the tent not hungry, but her stomach was still tight. She marched right back the way she'd come, ignoring any looks from the men that she passed. Ducking inside the tent that held their general, she felt her heart stumble at the sight of him injured. Again. As if he'd magically be better. Then she stepped out, motioned her man forward and took the supplies from him.

Getting to work, she was gentle, but she paid attention to his face as she worked. His hair was washed as best she could, his face, then his chest very carefully. Around his wound, and then... she stopped. She supposed she could have continued and asked for Miles' help, but it would have involved jostling him more than she was comfortable with. So, she took the dirty water and cloths back outside and went to work with the food.

She mashed what she could, put it in his mouth in small, very small, increments and then tried with the cup again. It was slow, very slow, and she was unaware of the passing of time. When food came, she ignored it. Ignored everything but the man on the bed. Soothing words, soothing touches, everything was calm as far as she needed it to be until she finally went to stand and realized that everything in her ached.