We keep marching on
Sylrad and Rhyme, post Sylrad's "kidnapping" when he returns, injured and sans-tattoo, taking care of him
The others ignore him, for the most part.
Helvetica comes around occasionally, but he's in and out of other work he has to do. He knows that the toothy short-stack would stay, but he has important things to take care of.
He doesn't blame them, can't start to expect Fenrir and Papan to accept it even though he very visibly played the part of traitor. If they ever forgive him (if they do) he doesn't think it'll be anytime soon.
Sylrad lays propped up against a large oak tree on the outskirts of their camp. It took a while to track them down and find them, but at least now they seem to be slowing down. He's mostly concerned about being them all being followed so he makes sure to cover their tracks when he can.
Today, though, is peaceful enough and he rests.
Until, at least, he hears footsteps approaching and looks up to see a fond and familiar face.
"Rhyme..."