The men walked away from the group. The look Mia shot Ford before he walked away was filled with questions, and a little bit of fear.
For him, or for herself?
He didn't know. Was he doing this the wrong way? Should he have taken the time to warn Mia he intended to apologize to her father?
Being the kind of man who took responsibility for his actions was not the easiest or most straightforward task. For several minutes, the two worked to find fallen wood, and used the hatchet to chop it into sections that would be easier to carry back to the camp.
It took longer than Ford wanted to work up his courage. They seemed about ready to head back to the others with armfulls of wood when he finally cleared his throat.
"Sir," He began, and Seth sighed.
"You tend to address me that way when you're afraid," He frowned. Ford froze. He was afraid, but he was trying very, very hard not to be.