Charlie glanced up at Elizabeth, "We're not fightin' no more, honey." She said, turning to Billy and walking towards him. On the way, she picked up her knife that was still wedged blade-down in the dirt and put it in her bag. She sat down next to him and crossed her legs, "I think that its an Indian arrow, or somethin' like that." She said holding it out so that he could see it, she placed it on the ground and rummaged through her bag, pulling out a bundle of rags. She ripped some off and bound it around her injured hand, flexing it to make sure she could move it. "It sure is sharp, though." She chuckled, picking it up again.