They walk in silence for a while, because Jasper can't think of anything to say, and he's getting a little tired of hearing his own voice. And if he's tired of it, man, Guy must be dying.

He's favoring his right leg a little too much, but fuck, his left is still really tight. Jumping and climbing through the woods probably isn't doing him any favors either.

But hey, in for a penny in for a pound, or whatever; and even though his leg hurts and he doesn't know where the hell they're going, this is still so much better than the camp.

Jasper winces a little bit, stepping over a fallen branch, but he keeps walking.