After finishing their breakfast, bash started to clean up and put everything away. He fed and watered the horses as well. The only thing left was getting Catherine back up on that horse.

"Alright, let's see if you can stand first. If you can't do that, then there's no way you can ride." he said. He lifted her up onto her feet, keeping his arms out just in case. She wobbled a bit and grabbed his arm for support, but then stood freely on her own...for a few seconds. She grabbed back onto his arm again, to keep from falling.

"Ahh, It's no use. " she huffed.

"No, no it's alright. You did better than I thought." he said.

"Not good enough to ride that horse all the way back to the castle." she replied.

"Maybe not by yourself, but we can share a horse. I can keep you upright and we'll go slow, take breaks. You can do this." he assured. She looked at him determined and took a deep breath. She gripped his arm, straightened herself up and nodded at him, ready to give it her all. "Do you think you can walk at all?"

"Only one way to find out." she said. He put one arm around her and tried to help her to the horse. She took a few wobbly steps and stopped. She looked at him and shook her head, signifying that it was too much for her.

"It's alright." he said and he scooped her up in his arms and started to carry her, careful not to reopen her wound. When he got to the horse he stopped a minute and looked at it, unsure of how to get her up on it. "This should be interesting." she rolled her eyes.

"Maybe you were right. We should take it slower. Perhaps we should stay one more night." she said. They looked at each other knowingly. Neither one of them could bare another night alone together, thinking about the wrongs they've committed and venturing back and fourth between arguing and apologizing and/or refusing to apologize. "Right. So how are we getting me on that horse?" Bash looked around, thinking of a solution when he eyed a large rock.

"Maybe I just need to be a bit taller." he said. He went to the rock and used it as a stool to step on, bringing the horses back to a height he could lift her to. "Hold onto the pommel." he instructed. He left her there a moment and took the reigns of her horse in hand before climbing up behind her. He wrapped the reigns around the pommel and put his arm around Catherine to keep her from falling. "Here we go then. Tell me if you need to stop." he said. She nodded unconvincingly. "I mean it. No trying to brave it out."

"Fine." she said, rolling her eyes as they started to move ahead slowly.

After a short while of silence, Catherine was already starting to feel the weakness creeping back in, but she wasn't about to tell Bash that just yet. She was still hoping it would pass. She leaned back on him to keep herself more steady. In bringing herself closer, the smell of her hair wafted his way. It was a wonderful scent. Even after spending the night in a cave it hadn't lost it's appeal. He discreetly took a deep breath in and suddenly he was in his vision again.

...the smell of her...the touch of her skin on his...it was only glimpses once again, but he could feel everything...

And then he was back again, breathing heavily.

"Are you alright?" Catherine asked, trying to crane her neck to look at him. "You nearly fell off the horse."

"I...I'm...I think so." he choked out.

"It's a good thing you didn't or you would've taken me down with you." she said. "Another vision I assume. Strange how they are coming so frequently. What did you see?"

"I...it was nothing new." he said, trying not to was he being shown this? Surely it wasn't what it seemed. It couldn't be right, couldn't be real. If only he could see more...so he could understand what was happening...not to see more of her...or more parts of her.

"It's worrisome that you are being plagued by this same vision continuously. It makes me wonder just how close this fate is to us. How much time do we have?" she said, pulling him out of his thoughts. though part of her did not believe him. His body language was much different the first time he had this vision in front of her, and the way he'd shot up out of his sleep the night before...but now he seemed...off.

"No way to tell I'm afraid." he answered. "But I think the increasing frequency of them is merely because I'm getting closer to the castle. They seem to be triggered by sights, smells...touch. I don't think there's any additional danger to worry about." Catherine had furrowed her brow at his odd pause at the word 'touch', but quickly shook it off.

"I hope you're right." she said sadly. "I think we need to stop." Her voice got quieter as she spoke. Bash looked confused a moment, until he looked down. Catherine's hand was over her wound. He pulled it back to see it had started bleeding again.

"Mary was right. Stubborn till the very end." He said. He turned the horses and stopped at the edge of a stream. He tied them up and took Catherine down off the horse, laying her down under a tree. "Why didn't you tell me? You agreed."

"I just wanted you to shut up so I could get home." She said as he started pulling rhe sirt away from the wound. "To be honest I wasn't even listening to you."

"What's the point of getting home if your dead when you get there." He questioned as he started putting pressure on the wound. The moment his hand made contact with the warm red liquid, another vision came to him.

[He saw a flash of blood and then Catherine's face. She was pale and weak and much younger, but not as young as the first flashback he'd seen.

"I am going to die aren't I?" she asked.]

"But then again, you've been closer to death than this, haven't you?" he said. When he came out of it.

"Why? How much did you see?" she asked worriedly.

"Not sure. It was only a glimpse. Why don't you tell me what happened?" he asked as he tended her wound further.

"As you've kept me from some of your visions, I have a right to do the same. As you have said, It's personal." she said. He had no right to be prying into her business.

"I'm seeing it for a reason. Fate wants me to know." he replied.

"Then let fate show you the rest, because I won't." she spat. Yeah, that vision was definitely wrong. How could they end up...like that if she couldn't even give him the smallest bit insight into who she really was. God forbid she seem human for even just a moment. He shook his head.

"Looks like the bleeding has stopped for the most part. We should stay put for a while longer just to be sure. I'll get you a fresh bandage." he told her, not wanting to engage her over it. If she wanted to turn a cold shoulder to his trying to mend fences...then let her. Once he saved his family, he would never see her again anyway. He stood with the bloody rag in hand. She shivered and clutched her clothing to her for warmth. He shook his head. He just didn't understand her at all. Couldn't she see he was trying to help despite all the terrible things that happened before? As he walked to the horse he saw her again, in his vision, crying out in pain. He looked back at her. What was she keeping from him, and why, when she was the one in pain? He needed to know. He knew he was seeing all this for a reason. He had to be.