[ Wash as it turns out, doesn't know jack shit about farming, and most of how he can help out here is manual labor, and that honestly suits him just fine. As much as he misses the technology he's used to there's something he's always liked about putting his hands to work, and sure it isn't playing around with modding a gun or disassembling a rifle or fiddling with electronics, but apparently moving heavy things, leading work horses with plows and sowing the fields suits him just as well.

Whether you're working alongside him or just passing by, he's for once somewhat warm and given to conversation -- putting Wash to work is apparently equivalent to putting him at ease. He's taking a short break, grateful for the warm weather and not quite needing a coat, wiping the sweat from his brow as he settles himself somewhere off the fields, leaning next to some unused cart. ]

I don't even know what this place will look like, come harvest. [ A tired but genuine smile, and he'll offer the waterskin he's carrying to whoever's nearby. ] I've gotten used to it being just barren and cold.

[ And after the battle, it's an entirely different story.

Wash has always seemed like a tired man around camp, always working, always busy, always training and seeming at least a little fatigued but finding a way to snap to attention and alertness anyway whenever there was an actual task at hand. After the battle in Riverfall, though, this only gets worse. However little sleep Wash might've been getting before it's clear that he's getting none whatsoever now instead, and even though he looks worse and worse for wear, he somehow manages to keep himself going, and keep himself busy. This is going to go on for at least three or four days after the 10th, and he's pretty much always going to be seen spinning a knife in either his right hand or his left, just an idle habit, something to keep his hands busy, something he does genuinely as a comfort.

And whatever he's doing around camp or might be helping you with, any comment about how tired he looks is going to be met with a sharp snap of his head in your direction and a narrowing of his eyes. While he's still spinning that knife. Sorry about that. ]

I'm fine. [ Tersely. And of course, absolute bullshit. ]

[ He does eventually rest, and he looks a little less like an actual zombie, then.

For the rest of the month he'll be be his usual brand of tired, but there's something different with him, still, like he's always distracted. He's more of a functioning person now, at least, still almost always with that knife, but he does put it away so as not to startle the horses when he's at the stables. He's still not a great rider of any kind, but he knows his way around the horses now thanks to Beth and a few others, and usually he likes just spending a bit of time here just because he's so fond of the horses. Now, though, he's here with some sugar lumps snuck from the village or the mess for a particular horse. Sonia's own. Moonfire. ]

There there now, girl. [ His voice is soft, quiet, offering the treat in his palm as he reaches up to stroke over her neck. ] I'm pretty sure she misses you, too.

[ He's only human, and after almost four days without sleep, his body finally gives in.

It's only after everyone else in the tent is asleep, and he knows what will happen when sleep finally finds him, but god that doesn't make it any easier, doesn't make him any more ready for it. It's the same as every other time he forces himself awake for a longer than he usually would, and when his eyes finally close he's asleep for a good few hours -- until he wakes with a start in a cold sweat, something seizing hard in his chest, and it's only years worth of practice and control that keeps him from fucking screaming.

Instinctively he wants to get up and leave, walk it off alone like he always does. But he did make a promise, one that he manages to remember. He wills himself to find Miles, crouching down by his bedroll, and his hand is shaking when he clasps it over his arm to try and wake him. Wash can't quite find the words, right now, but what Miles would be able to see of his face in the dark is wide-eyed and drained of color. It's probably clear enough, just why he's come to find him. ]

[ Wash will be around camp and the village in general, so really if you want anything feel free to do whatever or hit me up at dragonpunch or valonqar#1048@disc if you'd like me to write something up for you! ]