“Knife’s gone a bit…” he started. He lifted his head to gaze down across his torso. Ellie followed the direction of his look, and her own eyes widened with surprise. The leather sheath danced away from his thigh, pulling out toward the dense foliage. Bates poked at it curiously, shoving the blade back down an inch. As he removed his hand, it sprang back up again. “That’s awkward,” he commented.
