You Can Never Change What's Done [Kesali]

The pale boy looked up into Clementine’s similar silver gaze as she offered her name, and promised that they were going to make it okay. She was sweet and honest, and Erys couldn’t help but to believe her. All of the adults had been careful not to spook him, and they offered him kind smiles and reassurance that he was safe now. The child couldn’t realize how close to death he had skirted, but thanks to the wolves present he would have a home and a place to grow up.

Branch reiterated that the pair of them needed rest and food, Erystotle’s stomach chose that moment to make a gurgling noise even louder than the boy’s voice. He managed an eager smile at the thought of food, though his frail form still lay helpless before them.

The conversation returned to Lydia, and she mentioned that the boy was welcome to stay with her, he just had to ignore the smell. She mentioned lavender and he perked a bit, ”I like lavender.” He muttered as he gazed up at her. ”M’ hungry.” He added as she asked, having not eaten since he’d been sent adrift.