[split] (se) drowning lessons

I don't trust nobody

She was growing used to his surly nature. The longer they were together the more she realized that his silence wasn't a bad thing. He just didn't talk. Which was fine. Even if she wasn't the best with silence, Maeve could manage. When he extended his hand, she took it. With his help, she hoisted herself up into the limbs of the tree. Her body was tired and sore. The task of getting herself into the branches felt monumental, but with Rigby's help she was able to accomplish it. She settled into a nook beneath him, eating her fill of the berries and leaving a good amount for Rigby. Maeve tapped his leg, holding the small bag up to him and when he finally took it, she curled up a bit tighter to sleep.

The night passed quickly. She woke up still sore and tired, but at least she slept. Maeve reached up again, tapping him on the leg once more to wake him up. "I'm going to look for food,"she climbed out of the tree, arms protesting her body weight as she dangled for a moment and landed on her feet, stumbling forward from the impact. With that done, she set off up the creek, remaining in calling distance of him. It took a bit of digging, but she found some tubers and roots vegetables. Thankfully noticing their familiar stalks sticking out of the moist bank. The berries she found were the same as the ones before and she filled her bag again. Satisfied with her bounty, Maeve joined Rigby once again. "Breakfast!" The girl held everything up with a grin.

and nobody trusts me
 

Maeve