Raleigh doesn't even notice the blood, really, it's just Chuck helping him. He bites back a pained groan when Chuck's fingers press into his muscles, but then he's grinning.

"Better. If we sit a while, till sun-up maybe, I should be fine." Well enough at least to run and walk as needed. He'd deal with the long lasting effects later. His more immediate concern was figuring out how to convince Chuck they needed to go back to the edge of the jungle. They needed to meet up with the others so they could break the arena and get out.

Chuck's fingers are pressing into him and it gives Raleigh and idea. He curls forward, too close to Chuck, but it puts their hands between their bodies and obscured from any cameras. Quickly, before Chuck can pull away or ask what the fuck he's doing, Raleigh traces out letters on Chuck's hand.

Can you understand this?