[It's effortless, the way she slices the strip, thin and ready for cooking. The bloodied and rather untalkative child carefully hands it to him and watches him with earnest interest, as he prepares the fire. It's important to know; she might have to do these sorts of things in the wilderness... Rictor knew how to make fires. She should have asked him when they were at the campfire, but... she'd been preoccupied with her turbulent emotions regarding her father.
It's hard to think about. She sits on her haunches and looks thoughtful.]
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It's hard to think about. She sits on her haunches and looks thoughtful.]