Everything was too chaotic, and he looked at it with some discomfort.
After tidying up everything, he returned to his original spot and sat down.
He tied the ropes around himself again.
...
Dawn broke, and the fire that had burned all night was now nothing but a few pieces of charcoal with sparks.
Hannah woke up early, without grogginess or the desire to linger in bed.
She hummed a tune as she organized her simple bedding.
She didn't fold the blanket, just piled it up casually to one side, placing the pillow on top of it.
Upright.
Like a pink snowman.
After tidying up, she rubbed her little face before turning her head.
"Huh?"
Her eyes widened in surprise.
The noise woke the boy up, and he opened his eyes, which still felt a bit dry.
He could only see a round little bundle squatting in front of a huge backpack, investigating something.
"What's wrong?"
His voice, rougher than the day before, broke the silence.
