Although Lloyd was an honourable man, gallantly aiding a distressed female, he could not keep himself from glancing at her naked extremities.
"Does it hurt very much …" he stopped and with his eyes conveyed a question of need to know her name.
"My name is Grenadine." she said and Lloyd echoed with a smile.
Boyce was annoyed by what he saw. Everything was kindness and appreciation between them, but he felt that something was at fault.
"I'm alright." she said and she made a little smile that poked a hole into Lloyd's heart.
"Can you walk, Grenadine? We wish to resume our journey soon and we don't want to leave you behind." Lloyd asked her.
Grenadine nodded to him and they packed up the two packs and climbed down.
Lloyd gave Grenadine his blanket and she wrapped it around her body into a kind of dress that looked like it was made for her.
No seam showed and no string or thread was used to keep it together.
Boyce walked behind Lloyd and Grenadine, keeping all his attention focused on the woods and making certain that they continued to walk in a generally southern direction.