[The bond they shared was different than the survivors of the Endurance, maybe, but the monumental act of placing complete trust in Lara Croft...in any Croft for that matter...meant a lot to her. She'd fought for years to clear her father's name, to make her family's name matter, to prove that she wasn't just some crackpot and at times it seemed like only Felicia and the other Survivors took her seriously. It was nice, having that pillar to lean on, even if Felicia was the last person she wanted tossed into a fire fight.]

Probably.

[A bitter edge enters Lara's tone as her eyes scan the horizon, zeroing in on the village in the distance. Some of those people had been locals...]

Wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to sell me out.

[But that's not the point of this. Right now, the goal is getting cleaned up. And...]

You did like I asked and made our real camp a mile east of where those villagers saw it, right?

[No sense in risking that much. It may have been paranoid, but with her leg like this, and Felicia not being much for a fight, it was better safe than sorry. Lara could take care of them both, if it came to it, but the less risk the better. especially now.]