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Cammeh
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Denise leaned against him tiredly when he climbed back on, nodding into his back at his question. She'd grown quieter than usual as they reached the settlement, chewing on a fingernail. It was a nervous habit Seb would've seen only rarely before, when she was most worried, but ever since Alena, she'd ramped up the habit. Her cheek was peeling and almost healed now, and she was trying not to pick at it. But it was clear to see she was ill at ease.
They were going to stay. But it wasn't the most safe place to be. This is where people were taken from. This is why they kept moving. And money, and barter. They didn't have much to trade to stay here for too long. Would they find work? Could she handle working right now? When Alena was there, Denise always had a plan. She'd scavenge, trade, steal, do whatever she had to do to keep her little girl fed and warm. But now she felt alone, scared, and wholly at a loss. She snuggled in more into Seb's back, feeling safe there.
They were going to stay. But it wasn't the most safe place to be. This is where people were taken from. This is why they kept moving. And money, and barter. They didn't have much to trade to stay here for too long. Would they find work? Could she handle working right now? When Alena was there, Denise always had a plan. She'd scavenge, trade, steal, do whatever she had to do to keep her little girl fed and warm. But now she felt alone, scared, and wholly at a loss. She snuggled in more into Seb's back, feeling safe there.