Oak, and ash, and thorn

Ducky… and Bones. Her eyes pinched together as she smiled, committing the names to memory, “I like your names too!” she answered with enthusiasm. It had been a while since the girl had company and while her primary concern was to keep these kids safe, she also didn’t want to pry and potentially open wounds. The last few months had been harsh, and if they did have parents, well, they hadn’t been around them in a while…

Now the imminent danger was gone, she snuck another glance at the pair. She was no healer, not like Bog was, but she knew hungry when she saw it. “I got a den back this way, I can catch us some catfish to eat, and then if you want, I can get you to a better swamp than this one. We can go visit my friend that lives near the beach! If you want to that is.” She wasn’t about to force them to do anything, but the offer was there for the taking.

“Speech”