Kellen checked the area around him before he pulled his bag off of his back and got down onto his knees before Bree. He glanced at the person who had their head in Bree's lap, still covered in her coat, and he noticed that Bree's bag was tucked between the two people. Kellen could see that they were still breathing, and that was a relief to Kellen.
He opened his bag, reaching inside for the food rations that he'd brought for this occasion. Bree's eyes widened as the shakes came out. Stable shakes, lukewarm, but still consumable.
Kellen shoved three into her arms, taking the gun from her in return.
"Drink those, toss the garbage on the ground after. Fuck the forest." Kellen said, his voice serious. "I'll keep an eye out." Kellen told her, and watched as relief flooded her expression. Bree looked like she wanted to break down, but thanks to the training that she had received from Kellen, she didn't.
