ZooofAlexandria

Elpis was miserable. It wasn’t these kadins’ fault, not really. They had been patient with him, kept him fed when all he could do was lend a hand when they made camp, sometimes, and they had led him to the Singing Vale, where he actually had a chance to survive, unlike in the Tangle. Now all he could do was thank them - he couldn’t even pay them back, it was pathetic - and then he’d be on his own again, fending for himself. Because that had worked out so well so far. He tried not to think about it as he sat in the shelter of a massive tree, together with the automaton, Mal. There had been a thunderstorm that morning, and it was still pouring rain, and clearly neither of them was more keen on getting wet than the other. The kadins hadn’t seemed to mind - at least Soul hadn’t, save for the way it stopped Mal from coming with them on the hunt. Elpis was determined not to accept any more food from them; he already owed them so much, even if his rumbling stomach spoke another