Clarisse does come back, just before sunset. It's not because she wants to, or even because Abby has ordered her to, only because she hadn't planned on being gone all day when she left this morning and she has no supplies. Blunder needs to rest. She needs to gather up the things she'll need.

The sky has gone cloudy with impending rain, cool gusts of wind whipping up and blowing her hair back as she unsaddles Blunder and then makes her way back to the tent. She can't make eye contact with Abby as she walks in. It feels like everything's moving too slowly for the frenetic energy coursing through her body, and her hands are shaking as she crouches to start throwing supplies into a spare bag.

She'll need a change of clothes, probably, if it rains. Her bedroll. An extra blanket. Rope. A knife, of course. She'll have to stop and grab food for Blunder, water. Should swing by the infirmary and grab something she can use as bandages or a sling, too.

"I'm going back out," she says without looking up.