[ Faceplanted. This time she does laugh, bringing a hand up to her mouth to stifle it while she looks over her shoulder at the rest of camp. Better not wake anyone. She likes that he's smiling about it, too, like it's easy for him to smile about. He must not be as proud as her, for it to be a good memory. Then again, the problems they had back then were so small in comparison. ]

I wasn't fast enough, so I got tackled to the ground. But I guess I can't have hit my head that time. [ A shrug. ] Maybe getting caught was why they didn't want me as a- a runner at first. [ She adopts his term, and that's that. They're all using practical, straightforward terms anyway. ]

Did you start the fight? Or the other guy?