Finn looked back at Raihn when he replied, saying he had an idea of where the river was. That didn't tell Finn that he knew exactly where it was so there was a chance he could get lost. Finn then thought he'd have to be one real dumbass not to be able to find the river when there was a clear path to it. Finn slightly shook his head before changing directions. He went to grab some soap they used for laundry. "Well can I still tag along? Swimming sounds fun." Finn said as he returned to Raihn's side. Swimming did sound like fun, but he also had a feeling that Raihn would need his help. For sure Raihn wouldn't make it halfway there before he'd ask for help. Finn continued to walk, not really worrying about his pace since he wasn't in a hurry. He made his way to the warehouse door, it was open so he just walked through. He turned around and walked backwards a bit, waiting for Raihn to catch up.

Raihn struggled through the building and towards the open door. The pain was beginning to increase with each jostled step but he refused to show it, to ask for help. Hell, he wasn't even halfway to the river yet. Hearing Finn's question he glanced over at him and raised a brow before giving a shrug. "Do whatever you want." He said, his tone a little sharper than he'd intended it to be. Clamping his mouth closed he let his gaze drop to the ground as he walked. Once he reached the door to the building he let Finn move through first before he followed after him. Now for the truly difficult part. Before he'd had the all to help support him but now he had nothing. He'd have to try and bear some weight on his injured ankle in order to get to the river. If he couldn't do that he'd have to... shaking his head he shoved that thought away before it could finish. Yes, maybe the last hour he'd spent with Finn hadn't been the worst thing in the world, but that didn't mean he suddenly liked the guy. He still found himself struggling even remotely to act as though he enjoyed the asshole's company.

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Drawing in a breath he steeled his resolve and moved to try to take a small step with his bad ankle. The pain that shot up his leg was excruciating the moment he put even the smallest amount of pressure on it. Swiftly he eased the pressure and let his injured foot rest on the ground. Damn it, he thought as he blinked the dots from his vision and did his best to remain balanced. It seemed to take an eternity before he slowly lifted his gaze, only to find Finn walking backward and looking at him. For a second he considered turning around and heading back inside. What was a little blood on his pants? He'd live. But reason and logic were quick to drown out those questions. Keeping up his hygiene as best as he could would be beneficial on multiple accounts, and he didn't want to risk attracting any unwanted predators by wearing clothes that were soaked in blood. "I could use a little help!" He finally called, hating himself for having to request it but knowing that he wouldn't be able to get to the river on his own.