Phil had offered to help Ranboo cut and gather wood for his cabin's stores. He had a tendency to get distracted by something else every time he attempted the task, and he appreciated the idea of someone else being there to help keep him focused.

Ranboo made a quiet, pleased vocalization at the sight of an appropriate tree. It was just wide enough to work for most projects, with few branches and no mold or rot.

Alright, swing, chop .

There, a nice mark so that he could come back to it in a moment. He was currently in the process of finding and marking trees to cut later. Phil was off doing the same some meters away, just close enough to still be within earshot of each other.

He heard a shuffling sound, and his right ear perked to attention, tracking the sound.

Tilting his head in the disturbance's direction provided the sight of a purely white snow rabbit peeking out from under a bush and some taller grass. The snow around it caused the poor thing to shiver.

Ranboo observed it, it's form was small, but not in the way of age. It looked like it was starving, each breath revealing it's ribs, even with all of it's fur.

Okay, that's mine.

"Your name is Bunboo." He stated, it very much being a fact.

Bunboo didn't seem impressed, unmoving and staring at Ranboo with glaring red eyes. It reminded him of Techno.

Oh well, guess he had to take this little guy home. Not like he was going to continue logging and just leave it all on it's own-

"AAaaaAAAAaaHhhh-"

He knew that voice. That scream.

Phil-

Oh no-

Some of Phil's crows that before were resting comfortably in the recesses of the trees, were now out in the air, cawing and squawking in distress.

Ranboo ran in the direction of the shout, panic flooding the edges of his vision. His mind went through outlandish worst-case scenarios, things his brain was presently unable to use logic against.

He didn't notice the blur of white following behind him, too busy rushing in Phil's direction.

A crow suddenly flew in front of him, cawing loudly and stopping him in his tracks. He struggles to regain balance before trying to veer past the large bird. But he abruptly leans back, due to the pit below him, threatening to swallow him in like it likely did to Phil.

It was so hidden by the snow that it was no wonder Phil had missed it.

He remembered himself and leaned over the side to look in, spotting Phil clawing and grabbing at a crevice that his right wing had gotten stuck in. Blood dripped from a gnarly and ugly looking wound that had been ripped open by the sharp stone surface.

Ranboo paled and covered his mouth with his hand. Phil's wing. It must hurt like hell…

"Phil! Phil are- are you okay?" Fear made his voice tremble, and his hands shook underneath him. He had to find a way to reach him.

Phil's head turned up sharply, gasping in surprise and pain.

"Ranboo-" He rasped. " Fuck- it, it hr'ts." His voice was thickly inhibited by pain, a grimace etched upon his normally mirthful face.

"I-it's okay, it's gonna be okay-! I'm gonna uh, I'm going to find a way to get you back up, kay?" His eyes frantically searched his surroundings, coming up with up to nothing that could help. He began rifling through his inventory, hoping that something of use was inside.

Nothing , absolutely nothing .

He hadn't brought anything but logging equipment. An axe, food, and the clothes on his back. And his memory book, of course.

Ranboo leaned over the side, peering down into the narrow passage to see if he could reach Phil from here. It was hard to tell in his increasing panic, so he held out one of his hands from where it used to be clawed deeply into the ground he perched on.

Then he was shoved.

And he fell.

His exposed skin garnered miniscule scratches and abrasions, the image of Phil underneath him before his vision went dark.

He opened his eyes.

And he was on solid ground, hands wrapped around Philza who was breathing heavily, eyes glazed over with the lasting trauma of what just happened.

What had just happened?

The trees loomed above them, the grass and snow cradling them like a blanket.

Ranboo wasn't falling, and Phil was safe in his arms.

His eyes widened and his eyes traced Phil's right wing. Okay that had to be treated quickly . So Ranboo got up from his position and gingerly gripped Phil's wing, a small squawk of surprise uttered from Phil's lips.

Okay okay okay… surely there were some healing pots at the cabin, and it wasn't too far away so he could definitely probably carry Phil, but he'd need to wrap his wing securely or else he could risk it becoming more severely injured.

"Phil, Phil I need- I need some cloth or- or something, do you think you could? Uh- could grab something from your inventory?" Philza Minecraft was always prepared. So Ranboo expected him to be, in a way. It was part of Phil's lifestyle, something the winged man had always prided himself in.

Phil's head cocked, his brain processing the information, still a bit behind while his body was glaring at him to acknowledge the pain. Then he reached out with an unsteady hand and grabbed some woolen cloth from behind him and held it out to Ranboo.

Ranboo grabbed it gratefully and began to wrap it around Phil's wing, in a way that made sure the bones would not move in unnatural directions, and kept the wound from bleeding further.

With his work complete, Ranboo addressed Phil, "Phil do you, do you need me to help you get back? I mean, I just- I know you do , but I'm asking to kind of, let you know, that I'm going to pick you up, if you uh, need it. Or just, yeah." God, he needed to figure out talking at some point. Or not, because maybe it wasn't worth the mental pain of figuring out.

Phil only nodded, a weary smile gracing his features, giving Ranboo permission to do what was needed.

So Ranboo delicately held Phil up, careful to make sure Phil's wings weren't dragging on the ground, and started heading back through the forest.

They hadn't gone too far out, so it only took a few moments of slowly moving through the snow-covered ground and trees before he caught sight of the commune's borders. Phil's breathe was quiet and uneven, eyes squeezed shut at the jolt of pain that came from each step Ranboo took.

Ranboo knew Technoblade wasn't home, he had told him and Phil that he was going to try and catch sight of Skeppy, since he got news of the man's disappearance.

Which meant Ranboo had to help Phil all on his own, which was fine! He could do it! But he had also never done anything like this alone before . Besides treating his own wounds, he was usually guided through the process with someone else.

Ranboo had to bust through the door with his shoulder, careful not to let Phil be affected in his arms. He layed Phil down on the couch as practically as he could, and started going through the chests nearby. A couple of minutes later he came to Phil with a few potions of regeneration.

"A-alright Phil, um, here." He brought the drink up to Phil's lips, helping him sit up. Phil greedily gulped down the sickly sweet mixture and regarded Ranboo thankfully.

"Th-thanks, mate heh." Phil seemed to curl in on himself, drowsiness setting in from the stress and the concoction.

"Of course! Yeah, you should uh, p-probably get some sleep. Let your wing heal." Ranboo gestured to the offending wing, the blood dried and a bit frozen by now.

Phil nodded, the motion causing his eyes to droop and evidently close. Ranboo knew he was probably conked out at that point. He glanced down at his own injuries and shrugged. They were nothing compared to what happened to Phil, and he wasn't too interested in the idea of treating them while Phil was still like this. He'd at least wait until he knew Phil's wing healed properly, then he'd think about it.

Something nudged his foot from below, and he looked down to find Bunboo looking up at him, continuing to nudge with its nose. Ranboo raised an eyebrow and a quizzical expression crossed his face.

"So you followed me here? Guess you were a big softy after all. Haha." Ranboo grinned and pet the small white rabbit, it's red eyes squinting closed and ears bending down with the pats. Here was someone he could also take care of! A closer look at Bunboo revealed its malnourished form. This little bunny needed some food.

So he went to get it.