"Aw, you think I'm cute? Zepphhhh!" Tempe said sarcastically, mockingly tucking a strand behind her ear. It would be a lie to say She didn't love the compliment, but if anyone asked, the slight pink splasha cross her cheeks was from the sun. Not her... friend-maybe-boyfriend-dude. "Well, I think you being insufferable is adorable too. Sometimes." She teased, huffing at him. "Of course I love cuddling. I happen to know you love cuddling as well. But I can, and will, resist. My self-control isn't that bad." She huffed, rolling her eyes at him. She knew he would help her, but he was either going to wait for her to ask or do it in his own special way. He chose the second option. She giggled softly at the dad joke, curling her arms around him as he picked her up. She pressed a light, grateful kiss to his cheek just before he let her down, getting her footing and then starting the limp. "Probably. Mainly. Sort of. Unless you're down to carry me so I can go get my other shoe? Because I feel like having two shoes is kinda a prerequisite to hunting down archers. And also, I like being carried." She answered, gently grabbing a hold of him for support as she walked.

"I said I think you're KINDA cute when you scowl." Zephyr corrected with a grin. "However, to help your self-esteem, you're cute all the time." He teased lightly, looking thouroughly amused at the slight lightening of her cheeks. "Sometimes." He repeated with a small snort. "I'm glad it's only sometimes. I don't want to be ADORABLE. If you described me that way I'd sound like a fluffy flying dog from Mars." He huffed, shaking his head at her next words. "Who said I love cuddling? Pfft, that's a TOTAL lie." The sarcasm was thick in his voice as he spoke. "But I don't think you should resist. Just for the sake of, you know, you're sanity." He pointed out helpfully, feeling like his face was on fire at her slight kiss. But he DIDN'T BLUSH. It wasn't going to happen. Ever. Never. Zephyr stared at her a little as she just limped along, slowly thinking it looked more and more pitiful until he couldn't take it anymore. "Agh, stop. You look like you're dying." He picked her up again with a small huff, ignoring the jab of pain in his stomach, and carried her over to the shoe that was still on the ground near the climbing-thingy-jungle gym-whatever you wanted to call it. After setting her down, he walked over to the place the arrow had come from, staring at the earth before glancing around. Grrr. He wanted to go break some bones. Of someone else. Not himself.

"Mm, just for my self esteem? How gracious of you." Tempe mocked, unable to keep herself from grinning like a fool. "If you keep inflating my ego, I might just float away." She quipped, the light pink on her cheeks deepening ever so slightly. "Well, you are. You're my adorable, fluffy, flying dog. From hell rather than Mars, but y'know." She teased, smiling as he essentially admitted he couldn't resist either, from the sarcasm in his voice. "Mhm. Well then, I guess for MY sanity, I take it back." She mocked, blinking in surprise when he told her to stop. "Are you sure, Zeph?" She was already in his arms, her own curled around him as she set her head on his shoulder. "I don't want you to strain your wound," She started in concern, blinking when he let her down by her shoe. She huffed. "If I hurt you doing that, I'll kill you myself." She huffed, grabbing her shoe and walking closer to him to put it on. She sat a little way away from him and laced up the high top with a wince, biting her lip to keep from audibly showing pain. The compression would be good for the swelling, but that was it. It still hurt like hell. She got to her feet with a little struggle, moving to his side. She looked from where they were at to where Zephyr had been shot on the wall, thinking. "Who at the camp is good enough to make a shot like this? Even skimming you would take a hell of a lot of skill." She murmured.

"JUST for your self esteem." Zephyr agreed with an over exaggerated nod, chuckling lightly at her next words. It was even funnier because it was probably true. His smile turned into a full blown grin as he saw the tinge deepen on her cheeks- exactly what he wanted. It was amusing. No, hilarious. Why? Because he was desperately in need of someone to love him since he didn't. Hopeless. Anyway, at her next sentence he scowled jokingly. Mostly jokingly, anyway. "I am NOT. I can agree with the from hell thing and the flying thing, but I am not adorable or a dog or fluffy." He huffed, but a smile curled onto his face only seconds later. Honestly, their banter was probably his favorite part of his life. It was nice being able to tease someone without it seeming like an insult and without them taking offense. And it was nice, he was figuring out, to have a little bit of warmth pressed up against you. Just.. nice. He wasn't going to admit to any more. At her concern, he held back a laugh, mostly because of her next words. "Let me get this straight... if I hurt myself the tiniest by helping you, you will be concerned that im hurt, then murder me?" He asked with a wide grin, slowly glancing at her foot as she struggled to get the... shoe, on. He didn't even know if it could be called a shoe. It looked more like a weapon. Yeesh. However, as his eyes trailed to her pained face, he was distracted from his mission, his own expression flashing with concern. Zeph wished there was something he could do to help with pain, but he only knew how to inflict it, really. Which was horrible to think about. At her question, he paused for a moment, thinking. "Considering they would've hit me square on if I hadn't moved, it would've taken a HELL of a lot of skill." He pointed out, then thought for a couple seconds longer. "Well, there's you." He smiled faintly before continuing. "Most of the archery people left the camp a couple months ago... I think the only skilled ones are Luke, Raina, Lillianna, Jack, and Nathan." He finally finished. How was Luke good at so much. It wasn't fair. "I don't think I upset any of them... other than Luke... but..." He hesitated, then huffed quietly. "I don't know. My revenge isn't working out yet. We need a better plan than just break 8 bones and zap with a lot of lightning bolts."

Tempe simply rolled her eyes. "Whatever you wanna tell yourself." She mocked, chuckling at him slightly. "Yeah. If you hurt yourself to help me, it wont end well." She teased, glancing up and softening when she saw the utter concern on his face. Just for him, she managed to limp a little less, even if it hurt more. She refused to wince, or whimper- she wouldn't give him another thing to worry about, if she could help it. She nodded slowly at his explanation. "Luke does seem like the only one with motive. But someone else could have asked one of those people to do so- or paid them to. It could also have been someone from outside of camp." She added, frowning. Her hand, almost instinctively, found his. She intertwined their fingers and gave it a firm squeeze, exhaling softly.

"You must be relieved I don't get offended easily." Zephyr scoffed, putting a hand on his heart with mock offense. "Oh come on! You argue to break 8 bones instead of 1, but I can't even hurt myself a little to help you or I get killed? Is this fair at all?" He asked in an exasperated voice, grinning. However, as he saw her hobble along, less than before, he could tell it hurt more. The look in her eyes gave it away. "Stop it, you're hurting me. Just limp like a normal human being- don't hurt yourself to help me." He groaned lightly, then attempted to focus on what they were doing. "Yep, yep, and yep. So we have no clue what happened. Great. It's not like I'm the most likeable person, so I could've offended anyone at anytime." He said with heavy, dripping sarcasm, scowling slightly. He readily accepted her hand and huffed quietly, which seemed to help Kickstart his brain. "Maybe we should just ask all those people if they did it. I'm pretty good at reading emotions, and everyone has a tell when they're lying. When you lie, you get this paused look in your eyes, Like you're waiting to see if anyone caught it." He smirked lightly. "In any case, we could ask them upright, and if they seem genuinely confused, then we lower them on our list of suspects."

"Life's not fair, Zeph. Surprised you havent caught on to that yet." Tempe mocked, huffing at him. "I'm-" She blew out a breath. "Ugh. I don't want you to think I'm weak." She argued, shifting her weight to find relief. "I mean, fair. But it takes a lot more than beating someone at a duel for them to be out for your head." She added, nodding quietly. "Good idea. It has to be careful though. If the attacker thinks we're looking for them, they could do something rash. They might still be out for you." She nodded.

Zephyr rolled his answer, not dignifying her with an answer. He glanced at her with a disbelieving look. "I will NEVER think you're weak. You terrify me most days, so take a minute to be normal." He snorted quietly, then chuckled at her next words. "Where have you been the last 8 years? I'm the kind of person where you either love me or hate me, and 90 percent of the camp does NOT love me. That means they hate me." He commented drily, then tilted his head slightly, glancing at her again with a slightly concerned look. "You really think this was serious enough for them to do that? You don't strike me as the *let's be careful* kind of person. Actually, I remember very clearly that you send me running towards a giant venamous snake to be a *distraction*" He pointed out with a sort of frown, wanting to cross his arms, but guessing that would hurt his still throbbing wound. "If they were that serious, they would've picked a time when I was alone and dispatched me quickly. I think whoever did it is more into the drama than the reward." Zeph explained his theory, glancing around again.

Tempe simply huffed at him. She narrowed her eyes at him for his second comment. "Uh, not here?" She offered. "They don't hate you. You're just kinda there." She rolled her eyes, rubbing her thumb over his knuckles. She rubbed at her brow with her free hand, as if her head was hurting. "Yes. They wanted to kill you, Zeph. And they didn't. They very well could try again. AND that was a different scenario. We don't even know who we're fighting here." She answered calmly. "Mm. Fair point. They could also have a another dramatic attempt on your life planned. Which means you don't get to be alone for the next... until we catch whoever did this. Say hello to your new bunkmate." She teased.

Zephyr rolled his eyes. "Aw, thanks, genius." He snorted sarcastically, then arched an eyebrow. "Story of my life." He commented drily, staring at the trees for a while, lost deep in thought. Her words drew him back out, and made his expression drop unhappily. "You're making it sound worse than it is." He grumbled under his breath, sighing as she pointed out they probably did have another dramatic event planned. At her next words he made a face. "You know I'm not the type of person that has a limitless supply of kindness and tolerance. I need my time to regenerate that stuff!" He protested, then winced. "And I am not going ANYWHERE near your glowing cabin. It blinds my eyes from all the way over here." Zeph huffed quietly, adamant on the matter.