Catherine laid there, tears streaming, even through her anger. That bastard. How dare he do this too her. How dare he use that day against her. Sure she'd been a bit harsh with him, but not harsh enough for that. She was almost more angry at herself than him. Angry because she let it get to her, because she thought she'd moved on enough that it couldn't hurt her anymore. But also, she was angry that she'd trusted him again, even if it was only for a moment. Why had she expected him to be anything but cruel?

Now she was just still, unable to get up, and the stupid concoction Bash had given her was wearing off. She had really gotten herself in a mess this time, and then she'd pissed off the only person who could get her home. What was she supposed to do now? She couldn't stay here all night by herself. What if those men found her...forget that, even if they didn't...how was she supposed to get dinner? And the clothes she was wearing were hardly warm enough to fend off the night air. She had to get back to the castle, even if it was the most painful horse ride ever, she didn't have a choice. It was either that, or freeze to death, or starve to death, or both. Maybe she should have made Bash even more mad. Maybe he would have snapped and killed her, at least that would have been quick.

She tried to sit up until a blinding pain swept through her and knocked her back down. The cave was spinning. Maybe she deserved this. Maybe this was her penance for all the horrible things she'd done. No. It didn't matter if she deserved it or not, she had to get back so she could save her children. She had to make it, for them, even if they wouldn't do the same for her. So she tried again. She used all her strength and finally pulled herself up. She hobbled forward holding her hand over her wound as if that would stop the pain. She then attempted to put her riding habit back on, sans corset of course. She got one arm through, but couldn't manage to get the second through, so she simply laid it over her shoulder and hoped for the best. She started walking toward her horse, but each step felt like it took an eternity, an extremely painful eternity. Each step more excruciating than the last. She wasn't even halfway there when her legs just gave out. But she never hit the ground. Instead something a bit softer. She was disorientated so it took her a moment to get her bearings back, and when she did she realized why.

"You really do have a death wish don't you?" said Bash as he caught her.

"You. You came back." she stammered.

"Maybe I have a death wish too." he joked. As he laid her back down on the blanket.

"I, I don't understand. Why?" she probed.

"Honestly, I don't know." he replied. "I just couldn't leave you here to die. Besides, knowing how much you hate being near me, this might be better revenge anyway." he grinned as he said the last part. She tried to be mad, but something about the look on his face wouldn't allow her to be. "Here." he said handing her yet another vile. "I figured the other remedy I gave you wouldn't last long, so I made this. It's much stronger." she looked at it with worry. "Not this again. I swear I'm not going to poison you. Just because you go around knocking off people who annoy you, that doesn't mean everyone does."

"If I knocked off everyone who annoys me, there would be no one left at court." she said flatly. She took the vile and drank. He actually had to stop himself from laughing at that.

"I also got us some dinner." he said as he stood and held up some fish he'd caught. "I thought you might be hungry. Actually, I knew you would be. You're always hungry."

"I am not." she insisted. He scoffed.

"We once found a dead decaying rabbit on our outdoor buffet table at the fall festival and you had them remove it and still ate food off of that very table." He reminded her.

"What? It was on the other side of the table." She said.

"The smell was atrocious. Everyone else was trying not to vomit and you're just sitting there, feasting away." He said.

"Oh please...now you're just exaggerating." she rolled her eyes.

"Of course I am." He said sarcastically. "I'll just get this started."

He began cleaning and preparing the fish in silence. Then he started cooking them...in silence. Finally he set the finished fish down in front of her.

"Sorry, I only have the one plate, we'll have to share." He said, sitting down on the other side of it. They ate a few bites in silence once again. Bash watched her and saw the pain in her eyes and knew it wasn't just her injury hurting her. "Look, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't have to be so...harsh. What you went through was terrible and I shouldn't have thrown it in your face like that." Catherine's expression didn't change. "When someone apologizes for their part in an argument, usually you should apologize for yours, but right now I'd at least settle for some acknowledgement. Especially since you.."

"I'm not mad at you. At least not for today." She interjected.

"Then why won't you even look at me?" He asked.

"Because you saw...you saw what happened and I can't...knowing that you..." she began.

"Oh, Catherine, It wasn't...I mean...I only saw what lead up to...I saw nothing that you should feel ashamed of...not that you should feel ashamed by what happened...just that if you were...I didn't see it." He babbled.

"I'm sorry too. I just didn't want to believe what your vision. I guess it was easier to get mad at you than accept the truth." She said, finally looking up. Bash stared as if he expected her to say something more. "If you're waiting for my apology for anything else, it's not going to happen. Let's clear that up right now. I'm not waiting for yours either."

"Because you think I'm too stubborn to apologize, or because you don't think I should have to?" He wondered. Catherine didn't answer, she just shoved another piece of food in her mouth. Her silence made him wonder. Did she think she was right still and just didn't want to start another fight? Or did she actually feel bad for what she did and was too prideful to say? She did just apologize for this fight though, so perhaps pride wasn't the issue. Either way, now wasn't the time to hash it out. He needed her to help him save his siblings and she needed him.

They finished eating quietly. Once they were done he reached for the plate, his hand grazing hers as he did. Then his eye went blank and...

Suddenly he felt different, like he couldn't breath.

"Is everything alright?" Catherine asked, her hand on his cheek. "What happened?"

Then his eyesight returned.

"What happened? Was it another vision?" She asked.

"Yes." He said.

"What was it?" She prodded.

"I'm not really sure." He said.