When she realized they were getting further away from her sister and the rest of them, panic filled her loins. All her attempts to release her self from the red man's grip were fruitless, and she soon stopped resisting in order to keep herself alive. For what, she had no idea. She didn't need to speak their language to understand that she was to be Magua's wife. If they wanted her dead, she would be dead already. Glancing backwards almost out of wishful instinct, no one she knew or wanted to see, was nowhere to be seen. Before she was dragged away, she saw Cora being forcefully pulled from her restraints, and she wished Nathaniel or Duncan would have done something to save her. Alice couldn't bear the thought of losing her sister. Even if it meant she'd never see her again, she wanted to at least believe she was alive and safe.

Her thoughts came to a stop from what it seemed like more chaos ahead. Magua's men were dropping like flies by what looked like the work of none other but Uncas. Her heart stopped beating for a split second. She would have been lying to herself if she pretended not to think about the dark skinned man, hoping that he would once again come to her rescue like many times before. His movements fierce and so determined and angry that made her knees even weaker and her heart filled with worry. She was trusting in his strength, but she couldn't help but fear for his life; he was by far outnumbered, and there was nothing she could do to reach him. The grip on her arm got even harder when Uncas approached Magua, swift as a snake, throwing a reassuring glance to her direction, like all the reassuring glances and brief exchange of words between them during their journey together. But it was enough for Alice. She felt embarrassed to admit that she felt safe all along only because this particular handsome Mohawk was always watching her closely. Even now, he was there.

The girl tried to escape the man's grip once more, and when she saw blood gushing out of Uncas's stomach, panic filled her insides once again. There was a knot in her throat and she couldn't even scream. "No..," was the only thing she could whisper with every slice of Magua's tomahawk against the other man's flesh, the sound of his pain making her heart break in tiny pieces. Uncas was standing still in front of the Huron man, bloody arms weakly on his sides and his eyes searching for Alice's tear filled ones. She could not look at him any longer, or control the rush of tears that followed. Lowering her head, she squeezed her eyes shut, hoping to turn back to the waterfalls, and the way he held her closely when she had thought all was lost. Hoping to stay in that memory forever, behind the falling water with everyone alive and safe.

The sudden sound of what seemed like axe piercing someone's skull, broke the silence and made her gasp in position, her eyes slowly raising since she was too scared of what she might come to face. Uncas was still standing there, weak and wounded, but breathing nonetheless, whereas Magua was falling dead in front of him, the tomahawk stuck in his temple. His men came to a panicked halt, trying to find the source of the thrown weaponry, completely clueless as to what to do now that their leader was dead. Alice tried to escape the man's grip once again, and at this point he didn't even care about keeping her imprisoned so he simply moved away with the rest of them, disappearing before they'd bear the same fate as their Huron leader. Uncas fell on the stoned surface next to Magua and Alice rushed to his side, tears blinding her eyes and floating down her cheeks like a non stop stream. "Uncas.. Please, no.." she lifted his head on her lap and quickly torn pieces of her already destroyed dress, covering the wound on his stomach as much as she could to make the bleeding stop. She sensed someone behind her but was too preoccupied with tendering the man's skin to raise her head. Chingachgook retrieved his tomahawk from the dead man's temple and rushed close to his younger son, whispering words she could not understand. Nathaniel and Cora followed soon after. The old man made it clear that she had to move away and let him take care of his son, and Alice silently moved close to her sister, who welcomed her into a tight embrace. Nathaniel moved next to his father, taking a look at his brother's wound before he turned to look at the women, "There is a stream nearby. We're gonna need some water Cora." Uncas had fallen unconscious, his chest slowly beating up and down. The white man turned to look at the stunned girls once again, "Cora!"

Her sister looked at him with an apologetic nod and grabbed Alice's hand to quickly run towards the stream.

Once they returned, they had moved Uncas away from the sun in a less dry location. "I can stitch him up, if you allow me."
Nathaniel turned to look at her as he got hold of the wet cloths and then at his father, speaking to him in their tongue. Chingachgook turned to look at the dark haired woman with a simple nod, and Cora instantly sat close to the younger man's body to tend to his wound. Alice was still in complete shock, but alert enough to grab one of the wet cloths and move to the other side of Uncas, carefully wiping the blood from his face. No one spoke a word until the man started becoming conscious, possibly from the pain deriving from his stomach. Both his father and brother held him still before he'd hurt himself even more, and Alice brushed her fingers tenderly against his bloody arm, a sort of affection that came naturally and didn't make her think twice about how it looked to the others. At this point, she couldn't bring herself to care. He turned to look at her, his eyes only halfway open, and he laid calmly back down, managing a soft smile when his eyes met hers. She couldn't help but return the gesture, relieved to see him awake.

Uncas turned to look at his father, his hand weakly grabbing his own, "I failed you. Forgive me father."
Chingachgook shook his head lightly, resting a hand on his son's shoulder, "You wanted to save her. And I blame you not," he motioned towards Alice, who blushed once again since, despite the language barrier, she knew it was her they were talking about, and that only made her feel even more guilty about the man's wounds, "You risked your life to save someone you care for, son. So you have not failed me."
Uncas turned to look at Alice but only came to face her lowered eyes and blushing cheeks, a barely audible apology deriving from her lips. The old man turned to look at her, as well as the rest of them, "No, child," was all he said, and they spoke of the matter no more.

Once Cora was done patching him up, Nathaniel held her hand to get her away, "You must rest brother. And don't get stubborn about it." Uncas had to chuckle, since he knew he would get stubborn regardless of what his brother had said. He watched them walk away, but when Alice stood up to join them, he took hold of her arm before she'd disappear, "Stay."

The young woman looked at him for as long as she could handle before she'd start flushing red again, feeling extremely stupid for her weakness, "B-But, you need to rest, like your brother suggested."
A soft chuckle with a wince of pain escaped his throat, and he released the grip on her arm once he made sure she wouldn't run away like she always did, "I am stubborn, like he said. And I know what I need better than he does." Alice lowered her eyes once again, her palm resting close to his, fingers brushing against his dark, slender ones ever so often. She looked at him once again, "And what is it that you need.. Uncas?"

Furrowed brows followed to the sound of his name, and it was far from the first time someone had spoken it. But the way she said it, so hesitant and lady like, it sent flames down his spine, "I need you to stay close to my side. Alice."

Good Lord, she would never stop blushing like a little girl, would see? She covered her face in embarrassment, only to emit another chuckle from the man beside her, and she nodded gently as she scooted closer to his body, looking around in anxiety. She didn't want the others to see them so close, his father more than her sister. But they were nowhere to be seen, so she simply laid right next to him, her hand clutching on his arm tenderly as she looked at his harsh, handsome features. He turned to look at her in return, and there were a few moments of nothing but eye contact until the girl burst into silent tears, burying her face against his shoulder, "Alice..?"

She clenched on him even harder now, pushing her whole body against him in a way to secure him and secure herself, and despite the situation, Uncas managed to turn on his side and brush calloused fingers against her pale, flustered cheek and make her look at him. Alice frowned even harder when she realized he had moved, but he silenced her before she could say anything by pressing his lips on her forehead. And the burning sensation returned and started eating her alive.

"Why.. Why did you do that..? He could have killed you, and I would have no reason to live, Uncas.. You shouldn't have-," he cut her off by pressing a finger against her lips, dark eyes piercing her teary ones, "I would have done it again and again, until every danger disappeared from the world."

She had no response to that. He was a man of few words, she never heard him speak in more than two short sentences at a time, but every single word he uttered was as meaningful as the next. She took hold of his hand, pressing feather like kisses on his palm, trying to take away all the pain he had suffered because of her. Uncas smiled gratefully, stroking a few strands of golden hair away from her face as he held her close against him. Alice happily accepted the affection and looked up to him as she curled close to his chest, careful not to make any sudden movements close to his stomach, "You have a way with words sir. But I would rather live with the danger than the fear of losing you."

The man kept looking down at her, his eyes so dark and narrowed there was barely any white in them. Letting his fingers brush tenderly down the side of her face, he leaned forward until he heard her breathing come to a stop in her throat from the proximity, her chest rising and falling against his own with every inch he moved closer. He didn't know if this is what she wanted, but he didn't want to stop and ask her either. His fingers stopped at the crook of her neck and stroked the warm skin there once their lips met, her soft pillows parting with a much anticipated sigh of relief as she clumsily returned the kisses she was given. She clenched on his torn tunic for dear life until she realized she had ran out of breath, and found herself breaking off the kiss with a gasp. She looked around in panic when she realized where they were, which only made Uncas chuckle once more, "Alice.. I almost died trying to save you. I'm certain they already know."

She blushed, of course, but stayed close either way. He was right. There was nothing to hide, but that was no reason to be improper. "I know they do, but.. Rest," she almost demanded, and he couldn't possibly say no. He was getting too tired to debate over his situation anyway.