She must have needed more sleep than she thought, because it was dark when she woke up. Using the light of the moon and fireflies to see, she gathered her stuff and continued on towards the river.
It's pitch black when she gets there. Thanks to her abilities, she finds a spot to make a fire and set up a makeshift camp. Because she didn't know what to do next, and the note said nothing about anything, she settled in the sleeping area with a book she brought from home.
She sat up when she heard a twig snap. She readied her dagger in case she needed to defend herself. She listened as the person got closer. When they were close enough, she sprang out from where she was hiding and found herself face to face with Shiloh. Her heart was racing for an entirely different reason than fear.
She put her dagger away and they stood there awkwardly. No doubt replaying the scene outside the tavern. Hunger flashed in Shiloh's eyes that had nothing to do with food. It was her who made the first move. She grabbed the front of Endermon's tunic and easily pulled her closer. Not that there was any opposition, or complaint, but they melted together in a heated embrace.
When they broke apart, one of them said that they must quit meeting like this, and they snickered. They didn't let go but stayed comfortably intertwined. When something crashed in the direction of the farms. They separated and both drew swords. Then Shiloh zipped off towards the sound, faster than Endermon could keep up with. Then Endermon heard the last voice she wanted to hear. Dresden came crashing into the riverbank, literally.
Against her better judgment, she put her dagger away and walked over and helped him up. She noticed he no longer had his cart with him. He also looked like he got into a fight with a bramble bush.
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She pointed him towards a spot by the fire. She made sure he had some food and was comfortable. Then she headed off in the direction Shiloh went. Not finding her, she went back to the fire. There she set about cleaning his numerous, but ultimately shallow wounds.
She asked him where his cart was, and he said something about not needing it anymore. That meant he lost it, and had too much pride to admit it. They made small talk while she finished up, and through it all, he kept making comments that added up to the two of them getting closer in the more personal, intimate sense. Even though she knew exactly what it was he was alluding to, she pretended that she didn't.
Endermon asked what brought him to the river, and he said he was after a potion that would let him take his rightful place in the world, as it was going to help him achieve greatness. Or something to that effect. She had no time to reflect on that, because she saw Shiloh watching them with an expression Endermon couldn't decipher.
Once he was patched up, he found a spot on the riverbank, to 'sleep', but he just wanted to keep an eye on Endermon to try again, as she had rejected him previously. She couldn't resist him forever, he figured, but sleep overtook him and he was out like a light.
Endermon covered him with an extra blanket she had and went back to the fire. She had just put more wood on the fire, when she heard the familiar click of a folding ax. She knew that Rutus had arrived. She got up and motioned her towards the fire.