& I'm still scared of losing

In truth, Hazel was probably only half listening (at best) to Halo's answers to her question. She'd asked for the time, not how to read the sun as it tracked the sky... or whatever the saying was. Something like that. Still, the sound of Halo's words as she rambled on, combined with the subtle clanging of the buckets against the reindeer was somewhat comforting. Noise. There was noise, friendly noise, noise that let her know she wasn't alone. She wasn't alone in this world. It was enough to remind her that she wasn't alone in this big ol' world. There's comfort here. As she walks, Hazel occasionally allows her shoulder to crash into Bas's, haphazard but playful... as long as Halo isn't looking.

She tunes back into the lesson as they near the lake, peering at the template that Halo had drawn in the sand. "That seems like a lot of steps for soap... wait you didn't even get to the soap part." Hazel squinted for a moment as she looked at the healer. All of this to... start the process to make soap. Wait, had Halo explained the soap part when she'd been spaced out? Shit. The red pup shot a look to Bas to see if she'd missed something after all. "Okay so we're washing rocks," the words were a bit more to herself, processing the information. In order to start the process of making soap, they needed clean rocks. Frickin' wild.

Hazel neared the water's edge, feigning that she was looking for a rock the right size, and flicked her paw through the cold water. It was a splash in Bas's direction, and a giggle as she immediately put herself on the defensive. There was no telling how he'd retaliate, after all, but it was all part of the fun. She'd alternate, coming up with a handful of sandy rocks and dumping them in the bucket, and harassing Lis... yeah, that seemed fair.

"Speech"