[ It's slow going returning to the network of caves, with Faraday hobbled as he is. All the while, Faraday keeps his ears perked for any telltale signs of pursuit, sniffing at the air for the scent of unfamiliar blood that might signal Butch's arrival.
Thankfully, Butch must've considered himself soundly beat – or at least, valued the idea of his skin remaining attached to his body – and they return without further incident. Faraday limps his way over to his bedroll and promptly collapses onto it. ]
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Thankfully, Butch must've considered himself soundly beat – or at least, valued the idea of his skin remaining attached to his body – and they return without further incident. Faraday limps his way over to his bedroll and promptly collapses onto it. ]