After a night of sleep, and more food and water, Brennan was feeling stronger the next morning, but still tired. She sat on the blankets and watched as Hodgins and Booth decided what they were taking and what was being left behind.
Booth was angrier that morning, as relief to finding her okay gave way to other emotions he wasn't ready to deal with yet. How dare she come up here by herself and put herself in danger? Did she have any idea what she was risking?
"I still don't understand what possessed you to climb all the way up here by yourself," he finally said. "You were supposed to go straight to Boston according to Angela. That was the deal."
She pressed her lips together, not sure how to answer. Booth took it as a sign she wasn't going to answer and turned away from her again. Sighing, Brennan started sorting items near her sleeping bag.
Hodgins noticed what she was doing and knelt next to her. "There's probably still a pile of stuff near the tree where I was sitting," she admitted.
He looked at her. "Did you know I was coming to get you?" He stirred the pile with a finger, looking at the various things she'd gathered there.
"No, of course not." She looked past him, toward Booth, who had his back toward her. "But we'd always rescued each other from anything. I didn't figure that would stop now."
"it must have taken a lot of faith not to give up that first night," he said, getting to his feet.
Brennan's eyes didn't leave the man standing with his back turned. "I don't believe in faith. I believe in Booth."